#me after making this HER starter : ow

[red-hemlock]

( I'm afraid I won't really be on good ol' Tumbls today too, due to copious amounts of 'Holiday' and 'Fam Stuff'. So I just wanted to pop online real quick and say this:

HAPPY PRE-SCRIMMUS AND FULL-SCRIMMUS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.

MAY YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT UNDER YOUR TREE.

AND MAY YOUR DAY BE SUNSHINE-Y BEAUTIFUL AND STRESS-FREE.

UR ALL GORGEOUS AND I PLATONICALLY-LOVE YOU.

THANKS FOR BEING ALL KINDS OF AWESOME. <3 )

[mad-hatter-memes]

FunkyFrogBait Starters

A collection of dialogue prompts from the videos by FunkyFrogBait. Feel free to edit quotes as necessary.

TW: Swearing, threats, and suggestive references

"My fellow Caucasians astound us with their ingenuity yet again..."

"This is just an evil, evil thing to do with pasta..."

"No spaghetti for you, sir."

"I could be doing any number of things with my life, but I've chosen to share this moment with you...Don't you feel so special?"

"This feels very forbidden..."

"I don't know what this is but it's not fettucine!"

"I just scalded myself! That was uncomfortable..."

"To be clear...I would not feed this to a dog..."

"This esophagus is rated E for everything!"

"Aren't I a lucky little boy? Only 40% of these are broken!"

"Is this a complaint that I'm hearing? Spitters are quitters, [Name]."

"It's just you and me, [Name]. So...who's gonna union with you?"

"If there is a god, he has abandoned us for celestial milk and cigarettes."

"That looks like something that would leak out of an infected wound!"

"This looks like porridge was spilled on the floor of a gym locker room and left to ferment for forty days and forty nights!"

"Trying to boil Pringles to make mashed potatoes is like trying to send her flowers after she's already taken the kids."

"Hahahaha, that's really cute, how about you go fuck yourself?!"

"Being a dad seems pretty fun; All you have to do is sometimes remember their names and forget to pick them up from soccer practice. "

"Now, now, don't be hysterical, dear. This is a nearly painless procedure...For me anyways!"

"I have not been allowed around a glue gun since...The incident..."

"The caveman method usually works in my experience."

"Aw babe, your texture makes me wanna barf."

"Now the nice thing about turkey bacon is that you can eat it raw! I think..."

"This says it serves twenty four people...They haven't met me."

"Hello, Mr. [Last Name]. I'm here to pick up your daughter."

"Please don't call the police...I know this a weird use of my free time but it's technically not illegal."

"I'm about to give myself an accidental haircut..."

"Can I just call up a priest and have him waterboard me...?"

"Whoookay...This makes me want to join a nunnery."

"Who up praying with they rosary right now?"

"STOP FINGERING EVERYTHING! I AM A CHILD OF GOD!"

"Girl, what foundation is that?! Not a pore in sight!"

"[Name], honey. You're already slaying, you don't need to slay innocent civilians."

"Where did they find this child? The Victorian Era?!"

"ASAB: Assigned Sidekick at Birth. How unfortunate..."

"Who is giving these children access to deadly weapons?! Hello?!"

"The kids like thirteen. Just throw a Roblox gift card as hard as you can and run in the opposite direction."

"[Character Name] is dead, [Muse Name]! And you're worried about the fidelity of this game to it's source material?!"

"Paint a picture for us, [Name]! Don't hold back!"

"I would've bully the fuck outta this kid. And I did musical theater!"

"Where are people getting all this Tannerite?! I want some!"

"Is the cockroach infestation required or optional?"

"I'm being manipulated by a gothic aesthetic and common sense!"

"Yikes! Don't show that to your grandma!"

"That's my heart after the hot girl in my Com Sci class tells me that our star signs are incompatible!"

"I really wouldn't talk how other people look if your eyebrows can't agree on what timezone they're in."

"Is god really rockin' with you? Sinner..."

"Let me eat my oreos in peace goddamnit!"

"I'M GONNA START POWERWASHING THE CEILING!"

"You know what crybaby fumblefingers? At this point you owe me money. Hand over twenty, pretty boy!

"Why is she beckoning me ominously...?"

"That's because you've been selected for ritual sacrifice, [Name]. You know how they are this time of the month..."

"Do you have family, [Name]? Anyone you'd be particularly devastated to lose in a violent and sudden way?"

"You know what, [Name]? I'd probably punch you over a Hot Wheels too!"

"I see god's law not as a restriction...but a challenge!"

"I am deeply dissatisfied with my life choices and I am NOT afraid to make that your problem at five o' clock in the morning!"

"I hope one of your family members is in a car accident this week!"

"It's fucking terrible and I'm overcome by a desire to kill James Corden for some reason!"

"I'm sorry...Do you think mother earth is just lactating blue raspberry surprise, bitch?!"

[bumblesimagines]

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Ivan

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Pronoun: they/them/theirs, gender neutral!reader

trying to clean my drafts so the next few starters are kinda old

"This isn't a good idea, Menci." You sighed into your glass of whiskey, watching the youngest Blanco scan the club for her... girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend? Fling? You hardly knew what the two girls considered each other now but the longing looks, teasing, and Mencia's clinginess spoke volumes as to how they felt about each other. Mencia kept a hand on your bicep, digging her nails into the fabric of your shirt in frustration from time to time. "I'm telling you, Menci, you need to-"

"There she is!" Mencia grinned widely, snatching the cup from your hand and swiftly drinking the contents. Her nose crinkled slightly and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her lipstick miraculously staying perfectly put. She set the cup down on the counter and slipped her hand down to your wrist, practically dragging you off the barstool and toward an area on the dancefloor where Rebeka could easily spot her in your embrace. 

"Doesn't Rebe box in her free time? I don't want a black eye-"

"You'll be fine," Mencia assured you, setting her hands on your neck and glancing back in Rebeka's direction. Her smile widening informed you the girl in question had likely noticed you and Mencia, and you sighed internally, wondering how you'd let Mencia wrangle you into helping her make Rebeka jealous. It was childish and impulsive, but things always were when Mencia was involved. You pursed your lips at the girl and she clicked her tongue, giggling softly as she planted a kiss on your cheek. "If anything happens-"

"Mencia."

"If anything happens, I'll tell her it was my idea. Nothing's going to happen to you, okay? I promise." Mencia bit the tip of her tongue, more giggles leaving her. An unamused huff escaped you, the buzz of everything you'd drank throughout the night finally beginning to take effect. You pressed your forehead against hers, taking in the glittery eye makeup she'd chosen for the night. It wouldn't be the first time you'd made out with Mencia, hell, it likely wouldn't be the last either. So, with one last sigh, you nodded.

"Fine. But if I end up in the hospital because of you, you'll owe me." You murmured, pressing your forehead against hers and feeling her body shake with airy laughter. Mencia made a hum of acknowledgment and placed her hand over your cheek, pressing her lips against yours. She tasted of cold whiskey and bad ideas. You slipped your arms snugly around her waist and felt her nails lightly scrape the back of your head.

"Babes!" The voice in your ear startled you into pulling away, your head turning to look at Isadora and Ivan. The platinum blonde stared at you with slightly widened, annoyed eyes, her shiny lips slightly curling. Ivan's gaze flickered between you and Mencia, his fingers curling and uncurling before he broke away from Isadora and made his way through the crowd toward the bathrooms. Isadora turned toward you with a scowl, snapping her fingers in your face. "What are you waiting for? Go after him!"

"Why-"

"Go!" 

"Alright, alright," You pulled away completely from an equally puzzled Mencia, weaving through the groups of dancing club-goers until you reached the bathroom, spotting Ivan slipping into a stall and closing it in Patrick's face. The sight would've amused you if it weren't for how distressed Ivan had appeared. Patrick craned his neck to look at you over his shoulder, a scowl appearing on his face at the sight of you. 

"What'd you do to him?" He asked accusingly, turning around to face you and pressing his back against the stall door. One might've viewed it as a protective stance, a friend wanting to keep another safe, but you knew Patrick's 'overprotectiveness' was only due to his painfully one-sided feelings toward the boy in the stall. You might've found it pitiful if you hadn't hated the guy's guts since he ruined your best friend's relationship by inserting himself into it shamelessly. Patrick had been indifferent toward your distaste until Ivan stepped foot on campus and seemed more keen on being your friend over his. Watching his face fall each time Ivan brushed him off was a hit better than any drug.

"Bite me." You snapped at him. 

"Hey," Ivan sniffled. "Don't fight. I... I want to talk to (Y/N), Patrick."

"But-" 

"You heard him." You smirked and Patrick's jaw clenched, his shoulder roughly colliding with yours as he stormed by you. You rolled your eyes at his retreating form, one hand rubbing your shoulder and the other reaching for the stall door. You tugged it open just enough for you to slip inside before closing it behind you and facing the sun-kissed boy. 

"Hey." Ivan greeted weakly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffling at him. He cleared his throat, uncharacteristically timidly fiddling with his fingers. If you'd learned anything about Ivan Carvalho in the few months you'd known him, it was that he was anything but timid. He was confident, cocky, yet overall a sweet guy. 

"What's wrong, Ivan? What happened?" You asked him softly, taking slow steps toward him until you stood in front of him and gently took his hands into yours. Ivan chuckled softly, his fingers curling around yours. He inhaled deeply and tilted his head up to look at you, his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed thickly. Your brows furrowed at his nervous demeanor. "Are you oka-"

"I think I love you." The words tumbled out of his mouth, forcing you into stunned silence as your ever-growing tipsy state rendered your brain into a confused mush. Ivan laughed forcibly, his gaze flickering away nervously. "I... I've liked you since I first saw you in class. I- I thought you knew. I thought you knew and- I... seeing you with Mencia... it made me so mad. I can't explain the feeling. It hurt. I guess this is how Patrick feels like, huh? Must be karma."

"Ivan-"

"Can I kiss you? I... I just want to know what it feels like."

[calliesmemes]

BRIDGERTON SEASON ONE (EPISODES 5-8)

DIALOGUE SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM SEASON ONE OF NETFLIX’S SERIES BRIDGERTON, ADAPTED FROM NOVELS BY JULIA QUINN.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   Are you feeling better, dearest? ”

“   You do not seem pleased. Whatever is wrong? ”

“   I knew there was something between you! ”

“   Well, tell me. Tell me everything! ”

“   You do not need to tell me anything. ”

“   You are getting what you always wanted. ”

“   It will be the grandest wedding of the year. ”

“   Has something happened? ”

“   I believe you will know what love feels like soon enough. ”

“   You think I am to follow in your footsteps? ”

“   Can there be a more dreadful fate? ”

“   The only thing I am grateful for is that I am not you, nor will I ever be. ”

“   I thought we shared an understanding with our discussions of the future. ”

“   My goodness! If anything, I am the one forcing him. ”

“   Love is surely the greatest force of all. ”

“   Nothing can stand between us. ”

“   It was a pleasure to know you. ”

“   I look forward to counting you as part of our family. ”

“   She does not owe me anything. ”

“   Have you not done enough? ”

“   I applaud you. I bring you flowers on each of my visits, and yet you still react with admirable surprise every time. ”

“   I shall need to bring you something unexpected. ”

“   Her happiness is your greatest concern. ”

“   I promise you will not be disappointed. ”

“   Oh, I do hope your wedding dress will be ready in time. ”

“   While you may be content to accept defeat, it is certainly not how I approach things. ”

“   I take that duty with the utmost seriousness. ”

“   You have always been a terrible shit. ”

“   Surely we must be able to do something? ”

“   Now, where is the dinner I was promised? ”

“   Please, come in. Make yourself at home. ”

“   Apologies. Have we met? ”

“   I see my reputation precedes me. ”

“   Feelings are irrelevant. Indeed, they're responsible for this mess. ”

“   You will seduce him? ”

“   He is not so little anymore. ”

“   After your meal, perhaps we could take a walk, like we used to do. ”

“   It is quite late for you to be up, too, is it not? ”

“   If you're nervous about the wedding, you need not worry. ”

“   I am not quite sure what you believe I am to do about it. ”

“   It was not love at first sight for either of us. ”

“   We found something far greater. We found friendship. ”

“   Her laughter brings me joy. ”

“   To meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart. ”

“   I want her to be my wife. ”

“   Do you wish to marry this man? ”

“   I suppose congratulations are in order ”

“   I do hope you will remember my kindness in keeping secrets and repay me someday. ”

“   You can choose anyone but him. ”

“   Perhaps you would find it acceptable for me to live my life with a man who treats me like a mere beast? ”

“   I am beginning to feel a bit faint. ”

“   We should not be alone in here. ”

“   I know we have only known each other a short while, but… well, would you want to marry me? ”

“   You deserve a grand wedding. ”

“   I must say, I am honored and most grateful for your presence. ”

“   I hope you made the right choice. ”

“   You certainly enjoy spreading secrets, do you not? ”

“   Dear child, have you lost your wits? ”

“   I am flattered by your accusation, but it is simply not true. ”

“   What evidence have you gathered? ”

“   Tell me what you know. ”

“   What happened the other night? ”

“   I suppose I have put this conversation off for as long as I can. ”

“   Well, what do you recommend? ”

“   I'm sure you'll enjoy the peace and quiet. ”

“   I am going to miss all of you terribly. ”

“   I have a present for you. ”

“   I know we could not be any more different, but there is one thing we do share. ”

“   We need to rest before continuing on in the morning. ”

“   We should go down to dinner. ”

“   You have avoided my presence. ”

“   You have said all but a few words to me. ”

“   I could not bear witness to the misery I have caused you. ”

“   I cannot stop thinking of you. ”

“   From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit… my thoughts of you never end. ”

“   I am yours. I have always been yours. ”

“   You look angry and bothered. ”

“   It is you I cannot sacrifice. ”

“   I burn for you. ”

“   It has been so long since we have been blessed with your presence. ”

“   I am looking forward to making your acquaintance. ”

“   I'm no good at those things. I'll only make a fool of myself. ”

“   May I have everyone's attention? ”

“   Do you think this is a joke? ”

“   You are an ass. Do you know that? ”

“   I must make a good impression. ”

“   I am certain there is much left to see. ”

“   I found myself in continual awe of their beauty. ”

“   I knew you were flirting with her, but you flirt with plenty of young ladies. ”

“   I am not sure I have ever seen you so solemn and serious. ”

“   I was not prepared to let another of you fly the nest so soon. ”

“   It pains me you should think every compliment a mockery. ”

“   You think so little of me, I cannot bear it. ”

“   Please do not tell me you regret it. ”

“   I cannot condone your actions. ”

“   I am afraid that is not possible. ”

“   You have such a unique accent, and yet I have never asked where you're from. ”

“   I am not fooled by your little act. ”

“   I am sure we can find a solution to these difficulties, and I thank you for bringing them to our attention. ”

“   Oh, there, there, there, child. No need to cry. ”

“   I did not realize my absence would be felt this way. ”

“   You know, oddly enough, when I am actually in the presence of children, I forget all about my own concerns. They are the easiest company in the world. ”

“   I have all that I want just here. ”

“   I am very sorry. But this plan of yours, I find it wanting. ”

“   What were your favorite pastimes in the country? ”

“   Oh dear, what can the matter be? ”

“   You really are very good. You know that? ”

“   My own father does not want me. ”

“   Fool that I am, I truly thought that with your family, I might finally find acceptance. ”

“   We shall make our own family, you and me. ”

“   It is all I want. It is all I want in the world. ”

“   I wish we could be married this very minute. ”

“   We just have to make it to the border. ”

“   Are you missing home? ”

“   I will ensure everything is in order. I will ensure everything is done properly. ”

“   Should I have worn a different dress? ”

“   Perhaps I might ask your opinion on something? ”

“   I know I am new to the role, but I cannot imagine what I have done wrong so soon. ”

“   I will correct my mistake at once. I…I had no idea. ”

“   I am so very grateful for your guidance. ”

“   His childhood was not always easy. ”

“   Everyone talked as though it was her fault. ”

“   I thought you loved him. ”

“   Your love is an unrequited fantasy. ”

“   I should not have stayed away so long. ”

“   I'm at the end of the world with you ”

“   I trusted you more than anyone in this world, and you took advantage. ”

“   "Cannot" and "will not" are two entirely different things. ”

“   You chose this for yourself. ”

“   I thought you were prepared. ”

“   You took my future from me, the one thing I wanted more than anything. ”

“   I would have died for you! ”

“   Do you know — I even felt pity for you? ”

“   The ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars. ”

“   What thing is more fragile than the human heart? ”

“   I have learned that a grave fraud is afoot. ”

“   Should I really deliver the message? ”

“   You cannot believe I shall welcome you back into my bed after your lies and deception? ”

“   I would never dream of concealing the truth of such important matters. ”

“   I must return to my family immediately. ”

“   I will not let you out of my sight. ”

“   Hush, child, all will be well. ”

“   We are in just as perilous a position. ”

“   Perhaps if she can destroy a reputation… she can restore one too. ”

“   This is an emergency. ”

“   We do not require your assistance. ”

“   This may be the answer to all of our problems. ”

“   Pretending that nothing is amiss is the perfect way to lure the ignorant into submission. ”

“   I know you must think me a fool, but my heart pays no heed to mere logic. ”

“   When I think of her, I only want to be near her, to be with her… despite all reason otherwise. ”

“   Perhaps I can arrange a rendezvous. ”

“   It follows no reason or sense, does it? ”

“   Where have you been all night? ”

“   Do you understand me? That we no longer trust each other? ”

“   Thank you for joining us. ”

“   I did not come here to be shamed by you, nor anyone else. ”

“   You may think me a villain, but I did what I thought I must. ”

“   No one ever truly helped me, or guided me in a different direction. ”

“   You wish to know the cruelest part of your deception? ”

“   I see now that was all a lie. ”

“   We should tempt scandal more often. ”

“   Your duplicity comes so naturally. ”

“   Improvement is all a matter of practice. ”

“   How are you faring? ”

“   You have not heard what people have been saying. ”

“   All will be well again, I promise you. ”

“   I am sure you wish to avoid any further unpleasantness. ”

“   Judge not, lest we too be judged. ”

“   Something troubles you. ”

“   I know you are a grown woman now, but I am still your mother, and you can come to me when you need advice. ”

“   Well, then, share your thoughts. ”

“   I am merely trying to be of help. ”

“   For what it is worth, I am sorry. ”

“   I came here to apologize to you. ”

“   I wish it had not happened this way. ”

“   Why should he be the one to choose your future? ”

“   Do you really want to be alone? ”

“   I am quite capable of doing more than you think. ”

“   I have defeated the best, and I'm confident I shall continue to do so. ”

“   I think you would be wise to leave. ”

“   We shall teach you the rules. ”

“   Seems I have been blessed with some beginner's luck. ”

“   Would you just get to the point? ”

“   Do you not ever get tired of pretending to be so perfect? ”

“   We may not be perfect, but at least we keep our promises. ”

“   I'm trying to be a man of my word. ”

“   Well, you certainly make it look difficult. ”

“   Tell me why you are so adamant. ”

“   Your help is greatly appreciated, but there is nothing more you can do. ”

“   I’m not exactly in the mood for music and finery this evening. ”

“   I may have been a trifle harsh with you. And I'm sorry. ”

“   So you admit it now? You were acting a fool? ”

“   You may hurt now, but the pain will pass. ”

“   We live under constant threat of danger. ”

“   I risk my life every day for love. ”

“   It takes courage to live outside the traditional expectations of society. ”

“   I'm not bound by the rules of society. ”

“   You know not the future that awaits. ”

“   Don't you touch me. Stay away! Just leave me alone! ”

“   This time next week, our ruse will be well and truly over. ”

“   I shall begin practicing straightaway! ”

“   I would have expected this from anyone but you. ”

“   I am sorry for everything I have done and said. ”

“   I know I do not always say the right things, and then the things I do say, well… They are not always what you wish to hear. ”

“   However difficult forgiving someone may be, it is necessary to move forward. ”

“   However are we supposed to move forward from there? ”

“   I have come bearing grim news today. ”

“   I thought him a villain, but he was not. ”

“   We do not need to have this conversation. ”

“   You may not understand this now, but I am doing this for your own good. ”

“   You will be better off without me. ”

“   I cannot fight forever. ”

“   I merely showed him what he was capable of all along. ”

“   You still managed to put on quite a performance. “

“   What ever could be more honorable besides taking care of one's family? ”

“   You’re angry, but not with me. ”

“   What is this? And more importantly, how did you get it? ”

“   I believe I need a doctor. ”

“   This is preposterous and fantastical. ”

“   I want you there by my side. ”

“   For someone who hates ballgowns… you look exquisite in one. ”

“   I am merely glad you came. ”

“   I suppose I should thank you. ”

“   We did not expect to see you here. ”

“   Are you enjoying your evening? ”

“   I did not see it at first, but I know you were only trying to prevent me from heartache. ”

“   I wish to tell you something. ”

“   It was actually you who inspired me. ”

“   Oh, um… What was it you wished to say? ”

“   I need you to take me somewhere. ”

“   My imagination was the furthest I could allow myself to go. ”

“   I am looking out for myself. ”

“   What I know is that you are lost, and I cannot allow you to set me adrift as well. ”

“   It is a choice, dearest, one that is never too late to make. ”

“   I cannot tell you how much peace and comfort that brings to me. ”

“   There is nothing you cannot do. ”

“   I know that this is not what you had envisioned for the evening. ”

“   Just because something is not perfect does not make it any less worthy of love. ”

“   He made you believe that you needed to be without fault in order to be loved, but he was wrong. ”

“   I am tired of pretending. ”

“   I cannot continue acting as if I… as if I do not love you. ”

“   I love all of you, even the parts that you believe are too dark and too shameful. ”

“   You may think you are too damaged and too broken to ever allow yourself to be happy, but you can choose differently. You can choose to love me as much as I love you. ”

“   I do not want to be alone. ”

[snowydoesitall]

✨movie night with the hidden inventory gc✨

*:･ﾟ✧cast: gojo, geto, shoko, utahime, nanami, and haibara

✧summary: a one shot of the hidden inventory friend group’s movie night

♡a/n: i’m back!!! guys please appreciate my efforts with this one this took me several attempts to post and way longer than usual to write

ྀིwarnings: language; gojo and geto are their own warnings atp; no beta we die like suguru’s tea mug

after the discussion regarding which movie they were planning to watch that night had ended, you wrapped up whatever homework you had left before changing into more comfortable clothes and heading to shoko’s dorm a bit early to help her set up.

upon arriving, you find that utahime had the same idea as she was currently standing by the microwave waiting for a bag of popcorn to finish cooking.

shoko was at her laptop, looking perplexed, so you walked over to her to see if she needed help.

“i’ve been trying to get into our disney+ account so i can stream cars onto the tv, but it keeps saying that the password is incorrect”, she explains. “did gojo change the password again?”

“i don’t think so…did you put the question mark at the end?”

shoko paused for a moment before typing something into the password bar. sure enough, the app finally let her in.

she stared at her laptop in disbelief for a solid minute before responding.

“huh, that seemed to do it. thanks.”

you nodded, chuckling lightly, before walking over to utahime, who was microwaving what appeared to be the fifth bag of popcorn.

“damn, do we really need that much popcorn?”, you asked.

“if it were just us girls i would’ve stopped at three or four. but there’s going to be seven of us, and you know how gojo is with snacks”, she responded.

“good point.”

the two of you continued to chat for a bit, shoko joining in once she finished setting up the movie.

eventually, the boys finally showed up with a couple snacks as well as a few bottles of soda, which they set on the counter.

“alright, that’s everyone. shall we start the movie?”, shoko asked.

everyone agreed, grabbing a couple snacks and drinks before settling themselves on either the couch or the floor in front of the tv as shoko presses play on the remote to behind the movie.

as the movie played on, the room was filled with all sorts of chaos. for starters, gojo would not stop quoting lines from the movie, which, while slightly annoying, was tolerable. eventually haibara joined in for a bit, seeing as he’d watched that movie at least a hundred times.

it eventually got tiring though, especially once gojo started quoting lines from completely different movies, and so geto ended up lightly tapping him on the shoulder to get him to stop.

speaking of those two, once gojo’s focus had shifted to his boyfriend, the two of them were practically glued to each other with how close they were. this didn’t exactly surprise you, since gojo is the king of being clingy, especially around geto, and the latter of the two never minded it despite not being super clingy himself.

“alright, you two need to either get a room or stop making out on my floor, because some of us are trying to watch the god damn movie”, shoko complained after about ten minutes of their behavior.

“i mean i’m not opposed to- ow!”

whatever gojo was planning to say next was cut off by you smacking him from the couch.

“making out during a disney movie is crazy, you two”, you stated.

“fair point”, geto responded, lightly shoving gojo off his lap, to the latter’s dismay.

nonetheless, the two of them settled down after a while, so your attention shifted back to the movie.

about halfway through, you started feeling tired, which made sense seeing as it was getting kind of late and you’d had a pretty long day. all the same, you did your best to stay awake, as things in the movie were starting to get real interesting.

you reached into one of the popcorn bowls to grab a few pieces to keep yourself awake. in doing so, your hand brushed against another hand, causing you to pause.

you glanced at nanami, who had reached into the popcorn bowl at the same time you did. the two of you sat there for a moment, neither one lifting your hands from the bowl.

after what seemed like a couple minutes, you finally lifted your hand out of the bowl, a few pieces in your hand.

“looks like we had the same idea”, you remarked with a laugh, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“looks like it”, nanami responded, a small smile forming on his face as he too grabbed a few pieces of popcorn.

you heard a cough, so you turned to see utahime staring at the two of you, a knowing smile on her face. you stared back at her, hinting for her to back off.

eventually, towards the end of the movie, you were getting more and more tired, to the point where even popcorn wasn’t enough to keep you awake. the last thing you remember before dozing off was the start of the final race.

you woke up slowly to someone gently shaking you awake.

“hey guys, time to wake up, movie just ended”, haibara stated.

you took a glimpse of your surroundings, noticing that the nearly-empty bowl of popcorn had now toppled onto the floor, spilling a few kernels. you then noticed that you’d fallen asleep leaning against nanami, who in turn had fallen asleep against the armrest of the couch.

haibara was standing in front of the two of you, currently trying to wake up nanami, who was still sound asleep against the armrest. you sat up quickly, hoping that he hadn’t noticed you dozing off on him, but you figured he must’ve since the second you got up was when he finally woke up, slightly dazed and tense as he glanced around the room, presumably to find where you’d gone.

once he noticed you sitting next to him, he let out a sigh of relief, looking more relaxed.

“you okay, man?”, haibara asked, looking slightly confused.

nanami turned to face the brown-haired boy, looking as if he’d just noticed his presence.

“oh, sorry…i’m fine, just…it’s nothing.”

you and haibara looked at him suspiciously, feeling that it wasn’t just “nothing”, but didn’t pry.

“i’m fine, you two. seriously.”

you opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, you heard shoko calling for the three of you.

“hey! are you two sleepyhead lovers and hai going to help me clean up or what?”

“the WHAT?”, you exclaimed, looking at shoko with an mixed expression of shock and confusion all at once. meanwhile, haibara was looking like he was trying not to laugh while nanami was awkwardly looking around the room, trying to avoid eye contact, a twinge of pink starting to show on his face.

“nothing! don’t worry about it, now come help us clean up!”

you signed, knowing you weren’t going to get a legitimate answer from her, at least not right now, so you got up from the couch and started cleaning up, the other two boys following suit.

but as you were clearing up the kitchen, you couldn’t help but think about what shoko said.

lovers?, you thought to yourself. but how could that be? we’re just friends, after all…

but then you started to look more into it, moments of the night playing through your mind. the small smile he gave you when your hand brushed against his earlier, the way neither of you pulled away immediately, his slight blush at shoko’s jab at the two of you, the way he rose up from his sleep the second he no longer felt your presence, all of it.

the more and more you thought about it, the more and more you realized that perhaps the other girls had a point.

“you okay?”

you snapped back into reality as you turned to face nanami, who was looking at you with concern.

“yeah, i’m fine, just…tired”, you tell him, giving him a reassuring smile.

you weren’t entirely sure if nanami believed you, but he didn’t show it if he didn’t.

“i see. anyway, the others are planning to crash here for the night. the cleaning’s pretty much done if you wanted to head to bed.”

sleep did sound pretty nice right then and there, so you nodded.

“yeah, that might be a good idea, it is pretty late…”

the two of you headed back to the living room space. nanami returned to his spot on shoko’s couch, leaning against the armrest, while you sat next to him and tried to fall asleep sitting upwards, not wanting to invade his personal space nor accidentally wake up haibara, who had taken up the other side of the couch.

“there’s no way that’s comfortable”, nanami remarked as he noticed your attempts.

“sorry, didn’t want to intrude or anything”, you replied.

“i didn’t mind the first time, why would i mind now?”, he asked. “make yourself comfortable. i promise i don’t mind.”

with that, you hesitantly went back to leaning against nanami, finding him a lot more comfortable than trying to sleep sitting up.

before long, you were finally starting to fall asleep. you felt an arm gently wrap itself around you, and while you certainly didn’t expect it, you didn’t try to pull away, nor did you feel uncomfortable. instead, you felt at ease, like this was natural, almost.

by the time sleep came to take you away for the night, you were pretty certain that nanami had some sort of feelings for you.

hell, at this point, you were starting to think that you did, too.

oh god this ended up longer than i expected😭

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summertime; mick schumacher

mick and his girlfriend take summer break very seriously when they go on holiday with his fellow drivers.

includes; suggestive content, plus size!reader, bisexual!reader (mentioned), mick & pierre besties. pictures are NOT mine. all found on pinterest.

yn ✔️

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yn mickschumacher don’t keep me waiting x

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mickschumacher the only thing that will be waiting tonight will be the restaurant because 👀

yn hurry up and finish at the gym then, baby

pierregasly don’t you dare cancel on dinner just because you and mick want to fuck.

yn we won’t cancel! we’ll just miss the starters?

pierregasly i cant fucking stand you two

ynandmickslovechild oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

landonorris the toilet roll on the bin really makes this picture

yn i have my tits out and THAT’S what you’re focusing on? lando lando lando

landonorris you’re dating mick ! i’m being a respectful gentleman

lewishamilton i’m not 👀

hamiltonslewis oh my good god mick is your girlfriend single

yn she wishes x

mickschumacher you what??

itselenaberri YN WOW

yn thanks baby <3

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher summer holiday mode with my girl 🤍

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ginaschumacher have fun you two! 🤍

mickschumacher thanks gina! 🙏🏼

yn i wonder why you posted this one…

mickschumacher 🤔🤔 hm i have no idea

yn liar liar pants on fire.

mickandyn “my girl” 🥹🥹🥹🥹

pierregasly if you two are gonna be at it like rabbits i’d rather know now because i’m traumatized after that plane journey

yn should’ve knocked x

estebanocon no funny business please 🙏🏼

landonorris we have more of a chance of pigs sprouting wings and flying

yn ✔️

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yn it’s a good night when this dress comes out😍

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mickschumacher it’s definitely going to be a good night for me 🥵

mickschumacher god. your ass is fucking massive

yn words of affirmation, your love language 😍

ginaschumacher can u not just say she’s pretty and move on.

mickschumacher no.

schumisgirlfriend idk what mick sees in you

yn i could tell you… but instagram would block me. stay humble queen x

hamiltonsricciardo mick saw yn in that dress and let his intrusive thoughts win. and i do Not blame him. i am no better than a man.

corinnaschumacher yn!! you are beautiful, this dress is gorgeous 🥳 make sure my mick treats you right tonight!!

yn thanks corinna🥹

mickschumacher i’ll treat her real nice mama don’t worry about a thing ❤️

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher great view 😍

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yn my personal photographer 🤍

mickschumacher with his own personal stash😉

yn the one time i tried to be romantic.

corinnaschumacher so beautiful!! 😍😍😍😍

micksangels he’s literally a yn fan account 🥹

yn he knows his place that’s why <3

estebanocon i beg of you to both just calm down please

mickschumacher no

yn ✔️

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yn cheesin’ 😍

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mickschumacher i love you more than life

yn i know 😌

georgerussell63 oh. this is a very nice post

yn wish i could say the same about yours u dirty slut put ur muscles away x

hamiltonsangel yn i owe you my LIFE thank you for taking this picture

yn you’re so welcome bestie i’m so glad i could provide for u <3

landonorris why’s mick’s shirt blacked out

yn bc he had a pic of my tits on it

landonorris ffs

yn you walk into these situations lando it’s really not my fault

jackdoohan thank god you cut his meat grabbers out of the picture

yn MEAT GRABBERS HAHAHAHAHAH

yn you’re not wrong tho

mickschumacher are my toes really that bad

jackdoohan ……

mickieschumacher get someone the way mick looks at yn 😻

yn ✔️

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yn full of cocktails but wishing i was full of something else 🤔 mickschumacher i’m waiting…

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mickschumacher are you wearing any underwear?

yn i’ll let you work that one out x

mickschumacher check your messages.

pierregasly well… i’d have cancelled our plans too if i was mick

mickschumacher fuck you you’ve got your own

georgerussell63 fucking hell you’re insufferable when you’re drunk

yn i love it when you talk dirty x

landonorris i hope you mean full of food 😡

yn well… technically my mouth would be full..

landonorris how do i delete my eyes 😄

lewishamilton 👀

mickschumacher back off, lewis. she’s my girl, find your own.

yn 😻😻🤭

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher soaking up the moments like this 🤍

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landonorris have you finally recovered from last nights post from yn, thought you were dead

mickschumacher you should ask yn, not me 😌

landonorris why is it always me

danielslando ANGIEEEEEEEEEEE

yn my babies 🤍 love you more than life

mickschumacher we love you too ❤️

ginaschumacher 🥹🥹🥹 you’re the cutest

pierregasly photo credits jeeeeeez

mickschumacher no

mercedeschumacher yn and francisca being close and simultaneously bringing together mick and pierre is my favourite thing out of this whole relationship

yn join the club xx

yn ✔️

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yn told you guys, he’s a beefcake now cause he carries my fat ass around. gonna miss you when you have to go and race again ☹️

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mickschumacher i wouldn’t ever want to carry anybody else 🤍

yn and i wouldn’t ever want to clean up after anybody else 😌

mickschumacher just say you love me ☹️

yn i love you x

corinnaschumacher such a beautiful picture of you two! can’t wait for you to come home 🥳

yn we can’t wait to see you either, corinna!

danielricciardo thanks for the photo credits 😕

pierregasly sucks doesn’t it

lewisandmick still don’t understand why mick’s into fat girls like u

yn fit* girls, ur autocorrect is fried x

estebanocon you two haven’t had any noise complaints for a while… is everything okay?

yn you’ll need earplugs tonight, micks feral x

mickschumacher 😳🫣

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Do You Remember My Old Names?

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Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 15

Bittersweet, Mutual pining, Goodbyes.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I really love this one so much!

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Captain Marvel enters her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest while reaching her next destination, that is, until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She walks slowly, pointing one of her lit up fists in a general forward direction, "I know you’re in here, who are you? Who sent you?" she warns the intruder as she steps further into the ship.

Once she reaches the living room, she turns on the light to reveal you, sitting on the couch unbothered, "You scared me!" she sighs in relief, putting her arm down.

Your face lights up when you see her, "Boo!"

"Wait." She looks around, alarmed once again.

"We're alone, I checked," you reassure her, she remains skeptical, "twice."

She frowns, glancing at the entrance, "Did anyone see you come in?"

"I've been doing this for twenty years, I'd appreciate it if you would trust me a little by now," you say lightheartedly.

"Sorry, I’m still worked up from the mission."

"It's okay, you did a great job, Captain," you congratulate her while placing your tablet by your side.

A blush appears on her cheeks, "Thanks."

You're the agent in charge of the intel for all of Captain Marvel's missions. You do all the background checks, remotely scout every scene before she arrives, and know the ins and outs of all her jobs. You're in her comms whenever things go south and have gotten her out of trouble more than a few times in all your years working together.

Being such a key component to the strongest Avenger's work means you are forced to live in the shadows. You periodically change your name, your looks, and even your accent, it also means that you aren't allowed to be seen with The Captain.

Although you work together on a daily basis, being in your presence has always brought a kind of unease to Carol. For starters, you never show up when things are going peachy, but also, being around you makes her nervous, you seem to have an unquestionable power over her, something she has never felt with anyone else before.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Agent—" she stops herself, "what do I call you this time?"

"Whatever you want," you shrug, your title isn’t important anymore.

"Is everything alright?"

"…Yes." Carol might not be familiar with your physical mannerisms, but she can tell by your voice that something is pressing on your chest.

You share the most intimate relationship two people can have. You know everything about her, you look out for her everyday and her safety is your number one priority, but you aren't allowed to interact outside of work, even less so, in person.

On the flip side, Carol doesn't even know your real name, she only knows all the pseudonyms you've gone by throughout the years, still, she knows to seamlessly put all her trust in you, your voice is the first and last thing she hears during her missions.

It took her a while to get used to it, to let her walls fall down and be vulnerable with you, but she realized, in due time, that you would never let her down. You're always a step ahead whenever she needs you.

Carol offers you a cup of freshly made tea as she takes a seat beside you, "I only just told Fury, so don't say anything, but I’m retiring," you explain.

"Oh, congratulations?" She isn't sure how you're feeling about it, this is the last thing she was expecting, her heart begins to beat faster without her consent and she can't tell why.

"Thanks, I can't wait to get away from this job," you chuckle.

"Bullshit, you love your job, even more than I love mine which is a lot to say."

She doesn't know that the only reason you love your job so much is you get to work with her everyday, but it's not enough for you anymore, you're tired of hiding, of having to move around all the time. You can't deal with not being allowed to talk to her, to see her whenever you want.

Carol’s mind is racing, she’s beginning to worry about her future without you, how that’s going to affect her work and, by extension, the lives of so many other people, she’s worried that whoever takes over for you won’t be as skilled, as capable, as trustworthy…that they won’t care for her the same way you always have.

Regardless of how she feels about the news, she can tell you’re at peace with your decision, so she tries to be supportive,"I’m gonna miss you, we make such a great team, I haven't had a mishap in three years." It takes everything in her to keep her act together.

"I know, you're welcome," you grin.

"Do they have a replacement for you?"

You give her an apologetic look, "I think Fury is taking over while they find a good fit." Your mind is made up even though you know this isn’t the best way you could have done things.

It becomes clear to Carol that this arrangement is truly sudden, "I’m surprised he let you go so easily."

"He put a up tough fight, but I’m not budging." Goose jumps on your lap asking for cuddles, and you oblige.

"Why not?" She responds a little too quickly.

You take a deep breath, "I’m just over it, you know? This kind of thrill, it was fun when we were younger, but some of us do age."

"Do not pull that card on me, I can throw you into a Light-Speed Engine and give you powers too!" She's only half joking, she would do anything not to lose you.

"Oh, no, thank you, I just wanna go home, settle down, stop hiding from everyone," be with you, "get a cat, maybe?"

She points at Goose, "I have a cat."

"She's not a cat," you retaliate, prompting the flerken to hop off of your lap.

"Did you come to say goodbye, then?" She accepts her fate, as devastated as she is to see you go, she understands you completely, she always has.

You nod sadly, standing up, as she does the same. "Goodbye, Captain, my years working with you have been the best of my entire life."

"I hope you can finally find the peace you’re looking for."

You share a comforting hug that carries everything you both left unsaid, one that’s full of melancholy and bittersweet happiness for the opportunity to have known each other for so long. She doesn’t dare move until you let go, her nose is now red and her eyes are brimming with tears.

You gently run your hands up and down her arms, "You’re gonna do great without me, everything is gonna be okay, I promise," you reassure her.

She only nods trying her best to believe you, after all, you have never let her down.

You exit the ship as Carol turns to the coffee table after seeing an object out of the corner of her eye, "Wait, your forgot—" but it’s too late, the door has already closed behind you.

She picks up the small card and finds your real name, phone number, and address on it, flipping it over, she immediately recognizes your handwriting that reads, "Come find me, I love you."

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@thefvrious plotted starter (hope this works hun!)

Ambrose was sitting at the VIP area along with another guy, who sat in front of him and a goon somewhere nearby to keep an eye on the whole situation, in case something went wrong. “Listen, I’ve given you more time already and you owe me that piece, you owe me even more than that and if you can’t get it for me, you’re going to have to pay up in a different manner…”

The man across of him switched and wiggled in his seat, clearly sweating, pulling at his collar. “You’re going to kill me?”

“What? Kill you… No… I don’t get my hands dirty on the likes of you… And you’re worthless dead. But there are other ways I can make you pay, Niles… And you won’t see it coming… You got two weeks, if by then you still haven’t handed over that piece… Things will be taken from you…”

“Things?” he stuttered.

“I’ve heard that you have a smart ass daughter with full scholarship. Would be sad if she lost that�� Since you’re not able to pay for her in your current situation. Your son being a brilliant soccer player, real talent. What if he gets kicked out, or has an accident…” Ambrose kept his eyes on the man the entire time. A smile on his face that doesn’t met the eyes. In his eyes there was a cruelty to them. “Stuff like that, Niles… Pay up, or it will be taken in ways it will hurt.”

Ambrose than faked a yawn. “You bore me… Now get lost,” he said with a sneer and that was exactly what the guy did and was escorted away by the goon and Ambrose shortly after followed out of the VIP area. Once out, he headed towards the bar and ordered a glass of their most expensive rum and as his glass was handed to him, Ambrose turned around and scanned the place. Maybe there was someone out there that could pull him out of this bored stupor.

As his eyes set on someone and their eyes met, Ambrose rose his glass and gave him a half grin, half smile, rising his glass to him in a silent invitation.

[chimchiri]

Poll Adventure: Rarijack Dinner

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Minutes pass and Applejack still has no idea what to say. She’s drafted a few starters, but none of them feel right, or even like something a normal person would say to initiate conversation.

[You. Me. Saturday. Dinner?-] Delete, delete, delete…  [Hey Rarity, do you have any pla-] Delete, delete, delete…  [So Big Mac’s plannin to smoke some BBQ this weeken-] Delete, delete, DELETE.

Frustration builds—right in her chest all the way up to her ears. She can’t find the right words, and she’s usually so good at that—in her own way. 

This should be easy! It’s not a profession of undying love. 

Yet progress is a stick in the mud when it comes to her feelings for Rarity.

The legs of the chair squeak across the worn hardwood as AJ gets up and starts pacing around the kitchen, talking to herself. She takes her hat off, ruffs her fingers through her bangs, puts her hat back, runs a hand down her face. A huge, frustrated sigh escapes her when she throws her hands up.

“It’s Rarity. How goddamn hard can it be to ask her for somethin’?!”

That’s it. 

Tired of her own inaction, she slams her thumb on the call button.

Ring…

…ring…

With each ring the reality of her actions washes over her, and by the third ring she is fully aware of what she’s about to do. Her frustration morphs into panic and doubt, soaking her in dread. 

Is she actually doing this? Like…following through instead of letting her ideas fizzle out? 

This is happening, the phone is ringing, it’s sending the signal to Rarity’s device and she’s gonna grab it and answer and—

No, it’s too soon, they’ve only known each other for forever—

Before she can cancel the call, she hears a click—

“Applejack, darling!”

AJ’s gut leaps at the sound of that silky voice, clear elation in its tone and excitement at the chance to answer her call.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

AJ can feel her heart pounding up to her throat. Why is her mouth so dry all of a sudden? 

“Uhhh…howdy.”

Not her brightest greeting, but this isn’t the first time she’s acted without thinking it through. She doesn’t even know where to start.

The weight of reality makes her feel awkward, like a bull in a china shop. Too big for her britches indeed.

Silence rings in her ears.

Why is she freezing up at a time like this?

“Applejack…? Are you still there?” chimes Rarity on the other line, but she might as well be talking to a brick wall. 

It takes a few seconds of blank thought before AJ realizes it’s her turn to speak. 

“Agh! Sorry, I just—I thought I’d give you a call. See how you’re doing…make sure you—and the business o’course—make sure it’s goin’ ok and whatnot.”

She wants to smack herself upside the head. 

The business?

If she could go dig a hole outside and lay in it while the seasons change, she would; but she’s got a family to take care of and a farm to run. Surely this isn’t the worst moment of her life. Surely. But she doesn’t need to see Rarity’s face to feel the effect of her clunky greeting.

This is not like her. This is getting worse by the second, she doesn’t have a clue what to say, and she’s kicking herself for even calling. 

Why can’t she have even an ounce of the romantic charm that her parents had? Why is she so bad at flirting, especially when it comes to Rarity? When she tries to be intentional, it’s like she doesn’t know up from down; she stutters and fumbles like a bumbling buffoon. All this romance stuff seems so easy when she doesn’t care.

After a moment she hears Rarity give a little laugh, a sound like a sparkling stream running through fields of green. It makes AJ’s knees weak, a one-two punch to her joints. Elegance, grace, poise. When Rarity laughs, it’s flower petals dancing in the breeze; it’s birds chirping after a summer rain; it’s the shimmer of quartz shining in a dusty path.

“Oh, I’m spectacular, darling. Just putting the final touches on some designs for next month. I’m confident about my next line, but as always—I have too many ideas. You know me.”

AJ grins at that. “Yeah, I do. Knowin’ you, you’ve got at least a dozen too many.”

The chaotic, unrelenting artist inside Rarity used to annoy the hell outta AJ when they first met. Now she can’t help but find it endearing.

“Quiet, you,” Rarity says coyly, and AJ can hear the smile in her voice before she switches the topic, “How’ve you been, darling? You sound positively stressed.”

There it is again. The feeling of her nerves tying themselves to knots.

“I…uh…I’m doin’ fine. I just-”

“Is everything alright, dear? Anything I can do? I’m glad to offer my assistance—though nothing that could ruin my manicure; I just got a fresh coat. It’s a new formula…supposed to be hard as diamonds. Of course, I don’t believe such ridiculous claims until I try it myself…though I’d hate to push them too hard after I just had them done—Oh, but darling, please. Do tell me if everything is okay with you…?” Despite her rambling, Rarity sounds concerned. Great. And normally AJ would roll her eyes at the manicure excuse, but her nerves are shot, and that’s NOT what this is about.

“No! I mean—yes…I’m alright. Just—you know how it is. Farm and all. Exhausted,” AJ tries to give a lame excuse, though she can hear her voice break in between, and prays Rarity won’t notice. She clears her throat.

With the way it’s pounding between her own ears, AJ’s sure everyone and their mother can hear her heart beating in her chest, running like a wild horse. But that’s just what Rarity does to her.

“Oh, I do know, darling. Work can be a chore, especially for you. Ooh, we should go to the spa—it has been far too long since you spent a day pampering yourself! They have a new treatment that I just know you’ll love...”

“Yeah…yeah, that sounds nice,” AJ says distractedly, chewing on her thumb as Rarity raves about the newest spa services.

She’s blowing it.

She’s. Blowing. It.

Partly because now, she’s thinking about all that beautiful, smooth, creamy skin put on display next to her at the spa, all while she tries not to stare too much or say something stupid. It’s hard for AJ to admit to herself that part of the reason she finally took Rarity’s initial offer of a spa day was because of the promise of seeing her in way less clothing than usual. She got used to it eventually, but—did she really? Is it ever boring to see Rarity, in all her grace and glory, wrapped in nothing more than a towel? She’s all soft curves, and smooth skin, and pretty hair piled up on her head and held together with a big clip. With her hair up like that, it’s easier to see the cute little mole on the curve of her neck, one she probably forgets she even has. If AJ could, she’d lean over and press a kiss right there, feel her tremble under her lips—

“…but Applejack, really—are you alright? You don’t sound a bit like your usual sunny self.”

Fuck. Okay. Moment of truth. C’mon AJ. Stop stalling. Stop fantasizing when you could have it for real.

“Rarity, I’m callin’ ‘cause I—…well, I—“

AJ could ask her for a date, plain and simple. Which would almost surely be a confession. Something about dressing nice and holding doors (which she does anyways). It’s the most unambiguous choice for sure, but…is that what she wants? She’s never been in this situation before, wanting to change the dynamic between her and a close friend to something closer to the heart. She values her dynamic with Rarity, whether it’s romantic or not.

AJ could also just ask if Rarity wants to have dinner, no mention of a date in sight. There’s no obligation there, no real pressure to “get it right.” She knows she’s playing it safe this way, but maybe she should test the waters and make sure she doesn’t completely ruin her friendship with Rarity by confessing right away.

Either way, this means too much for her to blow it off again. She has to decide now.

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[sam24]

Hearts on Ice (1/2)

Summary: You absolutely loved shadowing at Dr. Framer's physical therapy clinic. Except for whenever Bucky Barnes, injured star hockey player, came in for his 4:30 appointments. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

enemies to lovers | college au | athlete bucky

part two

*****

“Ow.”

“That did not hurt.”

“What if it did, huh?”

“Then you’re a wuss.”

Bucky Barnes cried as he clenched his chest dramatically with a pained expression. “Oh heavens, I’m a wuss according to the wussiest girl alive, whatever shall I do?”

“How about sitting still for starters?” You rolled your eyes.

“I only sit still for people that are actually doctors,” Bucky said matter-of-factly. “Not for little college girls who’ll do anything to make their résumé look a little less pathetic.”

“I’ll let you know that I actually love shadowing here, not just for the resumé, thanks.” You narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his knee into his chest with an extra shove for good measure (not enough to injure him more, of course.)

“Oh, so you love tenderly massaging my knee every Wednesday for an hour?” Bucky raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“When have I ever had to tenderly massage your knee during a session?” You made a face. “And if I have, I am extremely grateful that I lost that memory.”

“ Right, my bad, must have been that other girl who shadows here during my Sunday appointments. You know, the pretty blonde one who’s much hotter than you.”

“Hotter than me? Impossible.”

“Please,” Bucky snorted. “You are the most mediocre girl I have ever met.”

“Wow, Barnes,” You smiled wide at him. “You certainly know how to win a girl’s heart, don’t you?”

“Keep your heart, Dr. Mediocrity, I don’t want it.”

You ignored him. “Let’s try this new exercise. It should build balance and stability on your bad knee.”

“As you wish. Impress me with your astounding lack of skill. Maybe one day, you’ll reach the lofty heights of acceptable.”

“And maybe one day, you’ll learn to keep your mouth shut. Until Dr. Framer gets back, enjoy my mediocre expertise, Barnes.”

🎕

“LET’S GO PIETRO! SHOW ‘EM HOW IT’S DONE!”

You joined in with Wanda’s enthusiastic scream, teeth slightly chattering from a mixture of the cold air and the excitement of the game.

The roar of the crowd blended seamlessly with the rhythmic scraping of blades against the ice, and the loud cheers reverberated against the cold walls of the arena. The stadium pulsated with the hollers of extremely loud frat boys, and you and Natasha cheered loudly along with Wanda.

You looked around a little, trying to spot the injured Bucky Barnes, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Bucky Barnes?” You heard the girl behind you ask out loud, having the same thoughts as you.

“He’s injured, silly. He’s not playing,” Her friend replied with a giggle.

“Yeah, I know that,” The girl rolled her eyes. “But where is he? He’s so fucking hot, I need to see my daily eye candy.”

You rolled your eyes so hard they might’ve done a full 360.

Sure, Bucky was objectively good-looking, and sure he had a nice jawline and cheekbones, and sure, he was built like a Greek god, and sure, you might have had a big fat crush on him in the past, but in reality, he was just an annoying pain in the ass.

Yeah, you knew you weren’t the hottest person in the world, but it certainly wasn’t helping your ego to literally be called “mediocre” repeatedly by the most sought after boy at NYU.

Your Bucky-hating-monologue was soon interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

“Hey, I need a favor.”

10 minutes later, you were trudging to the concession stands, silently cursing out Maria in your head. She had pulled the classic “I need someone to cover for me”, which roughly translated to “I want to sneak away for a make out session with my girlfriend.”

You sighed, desperately hoping for a miracle that you’d be paired with someone nice, tolerable at the least.

You were utterly wrong.

As soon as you turned the corner, you scowled. You could recognize those annoyingly muscular broad shoulders anywhere.

“Oh, fuck me,” You muttered under your breath.

Bucky looked up from his phone, surprise lighting up on his face, but he quickly hit you with a cheeky smile. “Hey there, PT girl. Craving a snack, are we?” He leaned back with a lazy stretch. “Lucky for you, you just stumbled upon one.”

“Well aren’t you just hilarious, how long did it take you to think of that one?” You took the chair next to him, making a point of scooting it far away from him before sitting down. “But no, I’m covering for Maria.”

“So I’m stuck with you until Maria gets back?” Bucky grimaced. “Fantastic.”

“Well I’m not exactly throwing a party over here either, Barnes,” You huffed.

“Speaking of parties, you going to the one after the game?” Bucky looked at you with a glint in his eyes. “Actually, never mind, you won’t. You’re too much of a goody two shoes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Actually, I was planning on coming.”

“Really?” Bucky blew an eyelash. “Someone on the team invited you to the party?”

“Don’t sound so shocked.” You sneered.

“Well who is it then?” Bucky raised his eyebrows, slightly leaning in closer.

“What’s it to you?” You shot him a sickeningly sweet smile. “Jealous?”

“Please,” Bucky straightened his shoulders and looked away quickly. “Just wanna warn the poor fella.”

“Aw, how sweet.” You pouted sarcastically. “But no need to warn him, it was just Pietro.”

“Oh.”

Was that a slight scowl on his face? He leaned back into his chair, and it seemed like the playful mood went out the window. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Men and their damn mood swings.

After a bit of silence, Bucky grumbled something out. “Is he your boyfriend or something?”

You arched an eyebrow, taking in his grim expression. You decided not to tease him this time. “No, absolutely not. He’s my best friend’s brother, so he’s like a brother to me too now.”

Bucky looked over through the corner of his eye, and you could’ve sworn something lit up on his face.

Or it was just you being delusional. Probably the latter.

“So do you get asked out to parties by all your friends’ brothers, or just this one?” Bucky smirked.

Apparently his brooding period was over.

“There was no ‘asking out’ involved, stupid.” You rolled your eyes. “He just said that there was a party after the game, and to come if I wanted.”

“If you wanted, huh?” Bucky feigned a swoon. “What a consensual king.”

“Consensual? Wow sweetie, such big words you’re using!” You shot back with a faux impressed expression.

Bucky chuckled. “Well, you know, I like keeping it classy. Unlike some people.” He gestured towards you.

“Yes of course. Bucky Barnes, the epitome of class and perfection, using big boy words like ‘consensual’. I’m honored to be in your presence.”

He bowed dramatically. “Yes, you should be. It’s not everyday you’re graced by this charm and wit.”

Before you could retort back, an annoyingly high-pitched voice interrupted.

“Hey, Buck.” The girl laid her chest on the counter strategically so her boobs were placed directly in Bucky’s eyeline.

You recognized her as the girl sitting behind you in the stands earlier, the one talking about her ‘Bucky eye candy’ and what not.

“Sup, Stacey,” Bucky nodded, seemingly not noticing the literal set of boobs in his face.

She frowned, and you almost felt pity for the girl. Almost.

Her friend next to her giggled. “How’s your knee doing, tough guy.”

“Pretty good, thanks for asking, sweetheart.”

You made a face, but the girl continued giggling. “Well that’s good.”

The first girl (Stacey?) shoved her friend behind her, fighting for Bucky’s attention. “Why are you here with this girl instead of watching the game, Bucky?” She looked at you with contempt, and you glared back at her.

Bucky seemed to not notice the malice in her voice directed towards you. You didn’t expect him to notice anyways.

“Watching makes me kinda sad, because it reminds me that I can’t get out there and play with my team.” Bucky shrugged.

“Aw, my poor baby,” Both girls cooed dramatically, and Stacey reached over the counter to stroke his chest. You watched with disgust as they both acted like Bucky was the first person in the world to ever discover what it felt like to be sad.

Suddenly, Stacey made eye-contact with you. “The hell are you staring at?”

You couldn’t resist a sarcastic smile. “Just marveling at the display of empathy. It’s truly heartwarming.”

Stacey’s eyes narrowed, and her friend giggled nervously.

“Let’s go Bucky, come hang with us,” Stacey flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I still don’t understand why you’re willingly sitting with this girl.”

“I’m just making new friends, spicing it up a bit from the usual party folk,” Bucky shot her a charming smile while you shot her the exact opposite.

“Spicy, huh?” She looked you up and down. “She looks more like a bland vanilla to me.”

“Good one, Stace,” Her friend giggled.

“Yeah, Stace, good one,” You mocked. “Must’ve taken all three of your brain cells working overtime for that masterpiece.”

“C’mon Bucky,” Stacey swiveled on the heel of her Uggs back to Bucky. “You’re way out of this girl’s league, come join us.”

Bucky’s easy-going demeanor seemed to falter, and something in his eyes swished with irritation. Unless you were imagining things, Bucky seemed to scoot his chair a bit closer to yours. “I don’t remember signing up for any leagues, Stacey.”

“You know what I mean, Bucky bear,” She pouted. “Stop slumming it with whatever this is, and have fun with us.”

You bit back a snarky retort, and Bucky’s jaw clenched. “She’s a person, not a ‘whatever’. She’s my friend, and I don’t put up with people that crap on my friends.”

Since when were you and Bucky friends? Since when did he start defending you from annoying blondes? What happened to the whole hating thing you two had going on?

“You’ve changed, Bucky.” Stacey turned on her heel and stomped in, her friend closely following.

Bucky slumped back in his chair with the roll of his eyes. An awkward silence settled between you two.

“We’re friends?” You blurted out.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Doc,” Bucky smirked. “I just said that so she would get off our backs.”

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

Bucky shot you a side glance. “Don’t mention it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain, and hanging out with you is not doing wonders for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, wouldn’t want hockey star Bucky Barnes to be seen with the ‘bland vanilla’, right?”

“Exactly.” He winked.

Suddenly, two boys entered, clearly your age, arguing about something.

“No, you dingo, fudge M&M’s are obviously better.”

“Those taste like dirt. The peanut ones hit so hard.”

“How about we let the pretty lady decide what we should buy.” The first one pointed at you, and you looked at them in surprise as Bucky snorted.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He grinned. “It’s the perfect excuse to start a conversation with a pretty girl.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Well since you asked so nicely, I would say fudge M&M’s are for the win.” You smiled at the boy.

“Told you, Scott.” The boy stuck his tongue out at his friend.

“Shut up, Quill. Whatever the flavor is, you’re paying anyway.”

“How much for a bag of fudge M&M’s, cutie,” The boy, who his friend called Quill, winked.

Bucky pretended to throw up all over the counter.

“Two dollars.” You ignored Bucky’s antics. Quill handed you two dollar bills, brushing your hand with his own as he did.

“Watch the hands, I don’t even know your name yet.” You raised your eyebrows playfully as Bucky shoved the M&M’s into his hand.

“It’s Peter, and behind me is Scott,” He reached out to shake your hand with a flirty smirk. “And you are?”

“Not interested,” Bucky interjected loudly.

“A bit possessive, aren’t we?” Peter arched an eyebrow.

“Nope. Just wondering why you’re still here after you’ve received your candy,” Bucky deadpanned.

“He’s right, we should get back,” Scott piped in from behind.

“Alright then,” Peter straightened his shoulders and turned back over to you. “Hopefully I’ll see you at the party later? Only if your friend here gives you permission to attend, of course.”

“We’re not friends,” Bucky barked, seemingly scooting a bit away from you.

Even though you knew that you two weren’t actually friends, it hurt a bit to hear him respond with such venom laced in his voice.

Peter, undeterred, shot you a charming smile. “Well, if you find yourself free later, swing by. I’d love to learn more about you.”

You nodded, giving a small smile. “Sure, maybe I will.”

As Peter and Scott left, a heavy silence settled between you and Bucky. The air seemed charged with unspoken tension, and you couldn’t quite decipher the emotions playing across Bucky’s face.

“So, you’re not going to the party, right?” Bucky muttered, avoiding eye contact.

You sighed, feeling a strange combination of frustration and disappointment. “Why does it matter to you? We’re not friends, remember?”

Bucky’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, I remember.”

The exchange left you both in an uncomfortable silence, the unspoken feelings lingering in the air like a heavy fog. The dynamics between you and Bucky had taken an unexpected turn, and neither of you seemed quite sure how to navigate the uncharted territory.

Your phone buzzed, and you fished it out of your pocket, reading the message.

“It’s Maria,” You waved your phone. “She’s coming back.”

“Okay.”

You gritted your teeth in frustration, getting up from the chair. “Bye.”

No response.

Fine, you thought as you stomped back to your spot next to Wanda and Natasha. Be that way.

🎕

Natasha’s eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, her hand gripping yours as if to channel her frustration through the connection. “Men are stupid,” she declared, a mixture of anger and exasperation evident in her voice. “He’s got the nerve to get mad at you just because another dude was flirting with you. I’m so tired of men getting mad at women for absolutely no fucking reason.”

You nodded along, finding comfort in Natasha’s solidarity, and you laid your head on Wanda’s shoulder as your friends tried to process the breathless story you’d just told them.

“Calm down, both of you,” Wanda interjected with a soothing voice, a stark contrast to her previous loud and enthusiastic support for Pietro from just a minute ago. “Men are just bad with feelings. Trust me, I know. He’s not actually mad at you or anything, he’s obviously just got a crush on you. He just got really insecure when he saw the girl he likes being flirted with right in front of his face.”

“Bucky Barnes? Insecure of some random guy flirting with me of all people?” You shook your head. “Fat chance, Wan.”

“Stop selling yourself so short,” Natasha chided, delivering a playful kick to your foot. “You said it yourself, there was a random guy flirting with you literally 10 minutes ago.”

“He probably was blinded by Bucky’s godly radiance and it ruined his eyesight.” You snorted.

“No one needs to get blinded by ‘Bucky’s radiance’ in order to think you’re cute,” Natasha rolled her eyes, her tone a blend of sincerity and amusement.

“Men can be pretty dense when it comes to expressing their feelings,” Wanda chimed. “I doubt he even realized he was acting out of jealousy. Sometimes they just need a little shove in the right direction.”

“Does that mean I can shove his annoying butt from the top of the stands?” You quipped, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Wanda nudged her shoulder into yours with an amused huff. “Maybe later. Go talk to him first.”

Natasha leaned in with a wicked grin. “And if talking doesn’t work, then you have my full permission to go for the shove. Sometimes actions speak louder than words.”

The three of you shared a conspiratorial laugh, the tension from earlier dissipating as you contemplated the various ways to handle the perplexing enigma that was Bucky Barnes.

“Just be honest with him about your feelings,” Wanda advised, her eyes reflecting a genuine concern. “He might be a pain, but he’s a good guy.”

“Weren’t you the one who pointed him out and told me to stay away from him when we came to their first game?” You arched your eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in your voice.

Wanda chuckled, a sheepish smile tugging on her face. “Well, yeah. But people change, you know? He’s still a pain, but he’s our pain now. And if he's acting strange, it’s for a reason.”

You sighed, grateful for your friends’ support. “Fine, fine, I’ll talk to him. But if I end up shoving him, you both are witnesses that it was for the greater good.”

Natasha mockingly saluted. “Loud and clear. Just make sure it’s a spectacular shove.”

As you stood up, Wanda called after you. “Don’t forget to tell him how you actually feel about him, don’t just play Miss Tough Girl!”

“I myself don’t know how I feel about him,” You called back, a sense of honesty laced in your words.

🎕

Bucky was literally nowhere to be found. He wasn’t at concessions anymore, he wasn’t anywhere in the crowd, and if he was in the bathroom, you definitely weren’t checking there.

You debated going back to your friends and telling them you searched everywhere (despite only looking in two places) and that you couldn’t find him, but you were sure Natasha would throw her Twizzlers at you, and then come along with you to search for him.

Sighing, you decided to make one final loop around the arena, hoping to spot the familiar mop of brown hair or a glint of his pearly white teeth. As you walked through the crowd, your mind seemed to replay the scenes from earlier. The strange emotions on his face seemed to confuse you as much as they confused him.

After a few minutes of weaving through excited hockey fans holding hot nachos, you finally spotted his sweatshirt clad elbow sticking out from around the corner, his back facing you.

As you made your way closer, almost close enough to touch him, you quickly pressed yourself against the wall, realizing there was a girl who you didn’t recognize, who was facing you. She was pressed against him, giggling repeatedly and stroking his muscles.

“So, Bucky, I heard from Stacey that you were being all buddy buddy with some random chick at the concession stands,” She fake pouted with a flirty glint in her eyes.

“Oh her?” You heard Bucky say. “Just some random girl. The only reason I talked to her was because I felt bad she had no friends. She’s kind of a nerd, you know? She’s obviously crushing on me hard.”

Your heart sank as you listened to Bucky’s words, feeling a mixture of hurt and anger. The words resonated with a sharp sting, and you steadied yourself on the wall.

In fear of Bucky seeing tears well up in your eyes as you confronted them, you decided to retreat quietly. You weren't about to show him how much his words actually had an effect on you.

“Oh, Buck, you’re so sweet, talking to the weirdos,” The girl giggled.

Turning on your heel, you walked away, the echo of their conversation fading as you distanced yourself. The arena seemed to close in on you, and you quickened your pace, trying to shake off the hurt and betrayal that threatened to consume you.

[theonethatwatchesalotofshows]

"Rory flirted non-stop with Jess in front of Dean! He had every right to be mad and react the way he did! He was a saint for putting up with it for so long"

Let's unpack this claim, shall we? After reading fantastic Gilmore Girls recaps by @saltygilmores my memory to Rory's shameless and scandalous flirting with Jess in front of Dean is refreshed, so I can list it here:

2x05 Rory and Jess first meet, he tries to get her to ditch dinner with him, she convinces him to stay. She is nice to him but not flirting. He seems interested in her though.

2x05 Rory and Jess run into each other at night and he is flirting by showing her a magic trick and giving her a book with his notes in the margins. She calls him "Dodger" which could be considered flirty, but it's not something I can't imagine her doing with Paris or Lane.

2x06 Jess dresses up as Luke and Rory looks at him and laughs. Oh the horror! How dare she look at another man! Doesn't she know she should put blinders on whenever Dean isn't around?

2x08 Rory runs into Jess in front of Doose's and rips him a new one. She tells him off for making Luke's life more difficult. She does admit that the prank he pulled was a little funny though. Then Dean runs into them and Rory isn't ashamed to introduce him as her boyfriend. She in no way, shape or form flirts with Jess in front of Dean in this moment, but Dean seems territorial and antagonistic to Jess from the start.

2x08 Jess takes Rory's advice and makes Luke's life a bit easier by fixing his toaster. On the way from the diner he smiles at Rory and she smiles back. Kind of flirty

2x10 Jess arrives at Bracebridge dinner and waves at Rory and Dean which makes Dean lose his mind. Rory does nothing.

2x10 Jess jumps into Rory's carriage which is not something she was expecting or could prevent. She tells him off for it and for fighting Dean previously. She becomes more understanding when he tells her he was really fighting some other guy who is allegedly a jerk. Jess proceeds to asks her what she has in common with Dean and she tries to find an answer. She defends Dean when Jess calls their relationship a "teacher - student" thing. They talk about Jess's family. Again, not really flirting.

2x10 Rory and Jess make eye contact across the room. Dean almost loses it. I will admit the eye contact was kind of flirty in an 18th century romance novel kind of way.

2x12 Rory laughs at a prank Jess pulls and Jess says: "you owe me an egg roll". Rory smiles as she watches Jess walk away. Kind of flirty territory.

2x13 Jess runs into Dean and Rory making out in Doose's and Dean gets mad because Jess "bugs him" and "is always around". Rory minimally interacts with Jess in this scene and tries to console angry Dean.

2x13 Jess bids on Rory's basket which makes Dean fly into unprecedented levels of rage. He should be mad at Jess but he chooses to yell at Rory who didn't even know about it instead.

2x13 Jess appears and Rory chooses to go with him to lunch over angry Dean who is throwing a tantrum. If he hadn't been so mad beforehand I would have understood him, because it is kind of shitty that his girlfriend is choosing to go on a lunch date with another guy over him, especially given the romantic nature of this event. Dean then storms off to tell on Rory to her mom. He says that he is worried that Jess will get Rory in trouble. What kind of trouble you ask? Well for starters realizing he is mediocre, dumping him, dating Jess and experiencing a healthy relationship and an orgasm in her life.

2x13 Rory and Jess go on their lunch date during which Rory starts out very cold to Jess, defending Dean and asking Jess why is he messing with him and tells him it's not funny.

2x13 Rory warms up to Jess and they have conversation about recommending each other books. Not something she wouldn't do with Paris or Lane too. But I will admit: "Earnest only has lovely things to say about you" and the look she gives him after IS flirting. But Dean is not there to see any of it.

2x13 after their lunch they go to a bookstore and then to get pizza, but sadly we don't see any of it to determine if Rory was flirting with him or not. It can be argued that hanging out alone with another guy is flirting, but come on book buying? In broad daylight? How scandalous! It is unclear if Dean ever found out about this.

2x13 okay this is one of the few times Rory is overtly flirty with Jess. She calls him on the phone and tells him that if he reads the book she recommended and doesn't like it, she will "make it up to him". What was she planning to do?? I guess Jess must have loved the book in the end because she never "made it up to him" (if you know what I mean wink wink)

2x15 Rory gets flustered when Jess compliments her hair. She also tells him off for not being nice enough to her mother and tells him to make an effort. Later in the episode she tells him she lost the bracelet that Dean had made for her and is scared that Dean will be mad. If you don't count getting a bit flustered after Jess complimented her hair, there is no flirting on Rory's part in this entire episode. In fact she spends it scared of Dean and trying to please him.

2x16 Jess brings Rory food because he knows she is alone for the night. Then kind of rudely invites himself over for dinner (three people invade Rory's alone night in that episode). Rory convinces Paris to eat with them just so that she is not alone with Jess, presumably because she knows that if Dean ever found out he would fly into Godzilla levels of rage. Dean does find out and does fly into Godzilla levels of rage. And it's very fortunate that Paris is there and covers for Rory. But I will admit that Rory making excuses as to why Dean shouldn't come over and then coming out of the house with Jess does look suspicious. Still Dean didn't even try to find out the whole story or let her explain, he just started yelling.

2x16 Dean watches through the window as Rory talks to Jess over the counter at Luke's. Their conversation looks flirty but Dean has no idea what they are actually saying. I will admit here Rory does flirt with Jess in front of Dean but she is not doing it on purpose. She doesn't know Dean is watching so she is not doing it to "provoke him" or anything like that.

2x17 Rory bosses Jess around throughout this episode and calls him all sorts of names like "despot" and "punk". In the end she tells him "welcome to the town". It is kind of flirty but again, Dean is not there to witness any of it and probably never finds out.

2x18 Rory blows Dean off to hang out with Lane at the diner. It is unclear if Jess will be working a shift there at the same time. Dean mopes on Lorelai's porch and asks her: "she likes Jess, doesn't she?" to which she looks sad. Mind you, he continues dating her for 11 more episodes after this. No one asked him to do that. He did no one any favors.

2x19 Rory asks Lorelai to lie to Dean about her tutoring Jess. Suspicious but justified given that a season ago Dean completely lost his shit upon seeing another guy next to her holding her books and Lorelai does it anyway. Jess flirts with Rory while she tries to tutor him and tries to impress her with magic tricks. It charms a smile out of her once, the rest of the time she is annoyed and throws his cards away.

2x19 Rory does however agree to get ice cream with him and stupidly lets him drive her car. She also agrees to continue driving in circles with him instead of going back to the diner to study. In the car she asks him flirty questions such as: "why aren't you going to college?" And "why don't you try harder in school?" She does have a lot of fun with Jess in this episode, much more than with Dean but apart from one instance of prolonged eye contact it's not the kind of fun she wouldn't have with Paris or Lane too.

2x20 Rory is terrified to tell Dean that she got into a car accident with Jess in which the car he had built her was totalled so she writes him a letter. It is unclear to what extent did she say what happened between them in the letter. Dean responds as any rational and stable person would- by throwing a bag on the ground and kicking it. But to be fair, after he finds out that Jess is really gone, he gets eerily calm.

2x21 okay here she does flirt with Jess. She skips school to go see him in New York where they spend the day together. I would understand Dean being mad if he ever found out about this, but to our knowledge he doesn't.

2x22 Rory kisses Jess! She soon realizes what she did and pulls away. This is the only instance she physically cheats on Dean yet Rory antis never shut up about it.

3x01 & 3x02 Rory talks quite loudly in public about having kisses Jess, both to Lorelai and Jess. With Jess they have an argument about it in Doose's! Despite this, we never know if Dean ever found out, but my guess is he didn't because I don't think he would keep quiet about it and not fly into unprecedented Godzilla levels of rage over this. Seems very out of character.

3x04 this is one of my least favorite Rory moments. She acts like a Karen and tells Jess's new girlfriend/hookup off while she is at work. Lane is also yelling at Jess and mad at him on Rory's behalf, but iirc all Rory tells him is: "you left your bra in the backseat!"

3x05 Rory is looking for Dean to help her fix the sprinklers but runs into Jess instead. Jess offers to help her fix them. They make eye contact while they are soaked in sprinkler water. Once Dean pages her, Jess turns the sprinklers back on so that Dean can be the hero and save the day. Dean never finds out about it.

3x06 Rory eggs Jess's car. That's not flirting, that's a felony!

3x07 here Rory does banter in a flirty way in front of Dean. And she does obviously use Dean to make Jess jealous. It's also the episode Dean finally has the balls to break up with her, which he chooses to do publicly by airing out how she is obviously in love with Jess in front of the whole town. Was it wrong to flirt with Jess in front of Dean that evening? Yes. Does the punishment fit the crime though? I'm not sure.

So to sum up, as far as Dean's concerned Rory's "unabashed and shameless flirting" with Jess includes: eye contact across the room, having lunch together at a town festival, having dinner together during which she tried to set him up with Paris, talking over the counter at Luke's, crashing a car together, and then bantering at the dance marathon. And we know how he reacted to these things. I am not defending lying to your partner but in this case I understand why she felt the need to. Imagine if he had known the full extent of it.

[hcneygemini]

𝖝. 𝖆. 𝖓. 𝖆. — lyrics sentence starters.

A collection of sentence starters from some singles released, minus anything featured in Tantrums ( the meme featuring those is here ). Do not add to or steal this meme. Feel free to change pronouns, edits phrasing, or generally slightly edit or combine lines as needed. Some lines have already been slightly rephrased for rp purposes. tw: cheating, toxic relationships, suggestive

MONSTER

i hold your mistakes high over your head, especially when they look like mine.

i'm not one to hand out forgiveness.

it pains me to admit you were right.

someday i will be someone you resent.

honey, the pleasure is all mine.

i heard you're calling me a traitor.

i owe you a good apology, i'll do it later.

i paint myself the good guy.

i heard you're calling me a monster.

after all the shit i pulled, you could do better.

i'll do what i want over what's right.

you gave me your all.

it was intimate.

i guess it ain't your fault that i can't commit.

i never listen.

i couldn't help but feel so indifferent.

all my failures are visceral.

i still taste blood from years ago.

you ain't good enough.

i can't even be honest with myself.

how could you believe i'd do that for someone else?

i don't want that life.

i'm kissing boys in the back of their cars.

it's half past 3.

you were fast asleep while i was on the phone with [ Jodie ].

will i ever know why i am like this?

i go for what i can't have, like i'm righteous.

i can't face the shame.

if you wanna place blame, just say my name.

i go home alone and i think it's strange.

i got what i want but it don't taste the same.

everyone who's ever loved me is the enemy.

i get high on all the jealousy.

you can't forgive the infidelity.

i don't wanna be someone who lives like that.

i was supposed to be a good friend, trusted.

i snuck around with the love of your life.

after all the shit i pulled, you should do better.

HOMEWRECKING ERA

wrap your thighs around me.

i could keep all your secrets.

cross my heart and hope i mean it.

think of all the damage i could do.

say less.

push me on the counter.

call me princess.

wish i could say no, but it's hopeless.

i'm losing focus.

i wonder if [ she ] knows about those pictures on your phone.

you should feel guilty, but you don't.

i'm in my homewrecking era.

got things i wanna do to you.

i feel bad for a minute.

you make me feel so good.

i taste something bitter in my mouth.

i left my bralette on the ground.

i can't help myself.

nobody fucks like me.

i'm the [ girl ] of your dirty dreams

the silence is deafening.

do you miss me?

i think [ she ] can taste me.

i can give you what you want.

we called it love.

we might've fucked it up.

baby, just fuck me up.

i'm the flame that keeps you warm at night.

don't i bring out the green in her eyes?

you like how pretty [ she ] is when [ she ] cries.

[ she ] loves you so much, even the lies.

we're both the one, but never the only.

you get so lonely

crown me the villain and hero tonight.

fucking me brought you together so nice.

i got a taste for the drama.

i spilled your guts 'cause i wanted.

look at all this damage that i do.

BETTER KIND OF BEST FRIEND

i can see [ her ] in my dreams.

i see [ her ] in my bed.

[ she's ] the goddamn vision that ringin' in my head.

i'm waitin', patient.

we could be good together.

let me release the pressure.

i think i found my treasure.

[ she ] tastes like heaven and she knows it.

i'm eager.

i just wanna please you.

she's got me prayin'.

i could be a better kind of best friend.

i'm a fan.

i don't die for my [ women ] anymore.

i'll do anything to have you.

i swear to be true.

i don't die for my [ women ] anymore, i kill for them.

you don't need to ask, you got my permission.

lord knows we tried.

can't stay away from each other.

you know i'm a sucker.

watch as i swallow my pride.

i wanna make it intimate.

i've got my finger on the trigger.

they come and go.

YOU DON'T WANT ME LIKE THAT ( also by Rachel Bochner )

if you hated me it'd be easier.

i know what's coming is really gonna hurt.

if i hated you, i would've never tried.

it's a habit you conditioned.

i wonder if you know you're bad.

i wanna tell you that i miss you.

you wouldn't say it back.

you don't want me like that.

you don't want a picture of me sitting on your nightstand.

you don't wanna touch me in the way we both know you can.

you just like the way i feel stuck in the palm of your hand.

where do you get off on it?

i do the extra credit but you're never satisfied.

i keep you center stage.

you keep me on the side.

i'm crossing all the lines.

you won't call it what it is.

you just call me when you're blue.

the fantasy is cute.

i would give you all i have.

i stay up waiting for you.

i can't keep waiting.

BABYBLUE

baby blue was always your color.

it's a little strange how we're seeing each other.

god, you look just as i remembered.

it's been a few years.

i've known you forever.

you packed your bags and moved to [ Boston. ]

you needed a place that you could get lost in.

time will tell.

you got my youth on your bedpost.

say it ain't so.

our picture's getting dusty.

you smell vanilla and don't think about me.

i hope it's alright, your life without me.

you ran to my house in the pouring rain.

i've cried every damn day since you left.

i don't mind if i never get over it.

i've been watching reruns.

i should call my little sister, i worry about her all the time.

you hold other hands.

i'm biting my tongue.

you're making new plans.

i'm coming undone.

i watch your old films.

looking at it now, i think i love you still.

i try to be cool.

if i never say a word, does it make it less true?

i feel the time go.

i fear the unknown.

it's getting so old.

all of my anxieties are filling up my diaries.

the water ran cold.

there's so much i don't know.

i think i gotta go.

you see green and don't think about me.

BAD BANDIT

i've been lonely for awhile now.

i'm tired of this ghost town.

[ she ] looks pretty on [ her ] poster.

i'm thinking i could hold [ her ].

i want you on my body.

won't you face it?

you wanna make or break it.

you wanna feel me naked.

i'll show you how to take it.

count your blessings when the devil ain't got nowhere to go.

maybe i'm bratty.

i taught that [ man ] a lesson.

[ he ] was charming and i loved [ him ].

[ his ] urges were disgusting.

i bed [ him ] down to nothing.

that little [ lady ] wanted love.

it's such a damn shame.

you better run, babe.

[ she's ] taking aim.

[ she ] promised me [ her ] best.

i could see forever in [ her ] golden eyes.

my baby told me lies.

i swear i'm gonna die.

but i ain't the one biting the dust tonight.

i swear i'm gonna miss [ her ] for the rest of my days.

i still hear [ her ] voice.

BET YOU'LL GET OFF ON THIS

maybe in another year you might be different.

i'd rather not admit how many years i've been insisting.

you showed me your true colors.

you used to be the prettiest thing i'd ever seen.

what you said to me last sunday was disgusting.

i don't need to look at you to know you feel nothing.

you feel nothing.

maybe you like it better when i'm cool.

i don't give a shit.

did you really have to be so cruel?

all i ever did was try to love you.

i don't know who you are.

i saw the façade slip, and it was alarming.

i'm left with confusion.

how did you not ever learn to be human?

what did i expect?

you never grew up.

you think you're so deep, but you're so out of touch.

[ Natalie ] was right when [ she ] said that you were heartless.

i don't ever want you to touch me again.

i really can't stand the way you talk about your [ girlfriend ].

bet it hurts to know i'm no longer your forever.

i won't hold my breath, but i hope you get better.

i don't wanna belittle my love.

all we ever did was try to love you.

[growingextwink78]

Our relationship is unconventional, to say that least. I'm a grandfather, you're a college boy. You've felt your oats, whereas I was married to a woman for a long time before she passed. I've raised five beautiful children, you are younger than all five.

Yet when our eyes met across the bar, there was a click.

Our relationship started in earnest that night. I took you home and promptly told you that I'd never been with a man. You laughed and helped me through it. Together, we experimented. You shared what you liked, and helped me figure out what I liked. It took time, it was awkward, but eventually it worked out.

Our relationship was not out in the open, because neither of us knew how we wanted to present it.

But that was okay, it was special, it was just for us.

As a young college boy, you were just getting started. So I was happy to be generous. I've been successful in my career, and loved to help with my grandkids. I added you to that rotation.

We didn't go out to dinner too often, but that was okay. I loved to cook. I loved to have you help me.

Time passes. We talk about what our future looks like: is this just a college fling for you and a post-midlife crisis to me?

I know how I feel. I know it's not just a fling to me. But I don't want to push you into anything.

After some months together, I notice something: you're putting on relationship weight. You were a bit soft when we first met, but that didn't bother me at all. I work out like a fiend, for my own mental health, so I don't really worry too much about trying to keep meals within a certain caloric range. But you're not as used to my cooking, I recognize. And now you're carrying a nice starter belly.

It doesn't bother me at all. I'm not even sure you realize it.

One morning, though, after we've showered together, you catch a glimpse in the mirror. You're getting fat, you realize.

You react with horror. You're angry - some at me, some at yourself.

You're in tears. What does this mean? You're too young to be fat, you've always valued your looks…

I sit down next to you. I hold you. I tell you that you're beautiful, you're sexy, and maybe you have a belly now but that doesn't make me any less attracted to you.

Then I confess something: when my wife was pregnant, she was the horniest she ever was during our marriage. In the weeks before she gave birth, she was insatiable. I have so many treasured memories of our times together before the births of our children.

I turn to you and say that, with your belly, sometimes it reminds me of the joy and exuberance and love I shared with her, and those particularly horny memories when she was round and ready to pop.

You don't quite know how to respond, and I don't know how to feel about this confession. You walk away, tell me you need to head to class. (Trying to have these conversations in between your college schedule is interesting for an old grandpa like me.)

I'm convinced I'll never hear from you again. I leave the house for my own commitments.

That night, I arrive home. It's dark out. I haven't heard from you at all.

I let myself in, and I notice a smell. It's food.

I walk into the house.

At my dining room table is an enormous spread of food.

"I tried cooking and failed, so I ordered in," I hear your voice say. You walk into the room.

The shame you felt earlier is gone. You're naked. You're glistening, like you've rubbed yourself with oil.

You sit at the table, and pull up a chair next to you. You beckon me down.

"If my being fat reminds you of a memory you treasure so much, then I think I owe it to you to get as pregnant looking as possible."

I'm unsure how to respond.

You smile. "You're going to feed me all of this. Then you're going to take me into the bedroom and get me pregnant."

"You… can't get pregnant?" I say, confused.

"I know, silly. But that doesn't mean you can't try."

I sit down. I'm not sure what to do.

You, as always, help me. You help tell me what to do to fill you up.

It's easy to see that getting full is turning you on. Before too long, it's turning me on, too. I no longer need you to guide me.

Before long, I'm stuffing you. You're moaning, asking for more. Your belly is distended, your dick is hard. Mine is, too.

Finally, you say, "Enough."

You look at me. You smile.

"Take me to the bedroom and fuck me till I'm pregnnat."

So I do. I can't get you pregnant, I know, but something has clicked in my head.

We wake up the next morning. You're still distended, and we've made a mess. You look at me and ask if I enjoyed myself.

I'm enthusiastic. "Of course."

"Good." You smile. "Let's do it again tonight. And the night after that. And so om."

"Really?"

"Yes. I've never felt sexier than being fed and fucked by you last night. That's what I want. And if you're in…"

It isn't a straight line, of course. We don't and can't do it every night. I want you to stay healthy, so we plan things out and set reasonable goals and boundaries.

But our relationship blooms. I'm a widower grandpa, a loving dad to five, and approaching my retirement. And I'm in deep, passionate love with a college boy who's growing fat thanks to me.

this is so weird but hot omg the only thing missing is all the gifts you will spoil me with 🤭

[julianalvarez9]

forget me / mason mount

part of the "broken by desire to be heavenly sent" series, can be read as an stand-alone.

mentions of: alcohol and the consumption of, kepa arrizabalaga, ben chilwell, christian pulisic, asshole!mason, break-up, alleged cheating, crying, swearing, angst, no happy ending (for him at least)

wc: 1.792 words.

"days ache and nights are long, two years and still you're not gone. guess I'm still holding on".

the days seemed to weigh differently on mason's head this past month. they were impossibly heavy, with the days getting shorter and the nights painfully long due to the creeping winter. but if it wasn't for the changing seasons, mason didn't really know what to attribute it to: that was what annoyed him the most, that he didn't know the reason, so he couldn't do anything to avoid feeling this way. but waking up that morning and checking the date, something clicked. this would have been your five year anniversary, but instead, was the fateful date you two broke up, two years ago.

"you told your friends you want me dead and said that i did everything wrong; and you're not wrong".

the breakup had not been amicable, no matter what you tried to make believe on social media. his fans never really liked you, for starters, and you weren't planning on moving out of the country anytime soon, so you two decided that the best way to proceed with things was just stop contact all-together. no more likes on his instagram pics, and certainly not more comments from his page to yours. eventually, you unfollowed him too, not being able to stand his face after what had happened between the two of you.

words travel fast, and even more so, when your best friend, in which you confide all that you feel, is his best friend's girlfriend.

"you really fucked it up, mate" ben sighed, and the hold mason had over his handbag tigthened, almost turning his knuckles white form the force. "do you think i don't fucking know it already?".

"'cause i'm not ready to find out you know how to forget me. i'd rather hear how much you regret me, and pray to god that you never met me, than forget me".

the party is loud, as one expects it to be, but still, it bother mason to no end. his head hurts since he woke up this morning, his training went like shit, and now, ben's dragging him up to some bar. he broke up with his girlfriend a few days ago and he needs a distraction, or so he says, although mason is beginning to think this is not about getting a distraction for chelsea's number 21, but rather, for himself.

he doesn't mind it, though, when he finds something to keep his eyes focused on. or rather, someone. at first, he doesn't see her face: she's giving his back to him, but still, he can appreciate how nice her figure is. and then, she turns to say something to the guy beside her, and mason recognizes her face in an instant. it's you.

"since when are y/n and kepa friends?" mason can't keep his brows from furrowing when he recognizes the man by your side is their teammate. the grip he had on the glass tightens when you place your hand over the goalkeeper's neck, bringing his head down a bit for you to be able to speak in his ear, the size difference clear between the two of you. his body is almost covering your frame, and it has chelsea's number 19 almost breaking his neck trying to get a glimpse of you. see what's going on between the two of you. see where his hands are wandering. where his hands, mason's, should be instead.

"i think they're seeing each other" christian says, rubbing the back of his neck in an uncomfortable gesture. ben's far gone now, whether because he found someone to distract himself with, or because he went to the bar to order a few drinks for the three british men. "since when do you know?" mount asks, almost hurt that he was the last one finding this out. he knows no one owes nothing to him, not after how it all ended, but it still hurts him to see you laughing with another man.

with kepa, nonetheless.

"i don't know, a few months?" he tilts his head back, taking a sip of his beer before he speaks again. "please, don't do anything you regret. we can go somewhere else if you want".

"no, no, i'm okay" mason says, or rather, lies. and even if christian knows it is, in fact, not okay, he doesn't say anything. rather, agrees with his friend, just in time for ben to bring the vodka shots he always ends up regretting in the morning, but still, downing them, one by one, until he couldn't think straight anymore.

"i hate to know i made you cry but love to know i cross your mind".

mason, whether he had done it on purpose or not, had been keeping tabs on you and kepa all night long. it seemed like the two of you were having a good time, laughing and dancing together, but not too close to bother your ex. he even thought that, maybe, christian had heard wrong: maybe you two were friends. yeah, it seemed like you two were close, but not romantically-involved close. mason knew it was of no use, hoping for you and kepa to not be together, given that there was virtually no chance of him getting you back. but still, knowing that you were with someone else, effectively, would turn his hopes to shreds.

he doesn't miss when you, seemingly, run away from the scene like you've caught fire, or something. he doesn't miss that it comes after your eyes meet, and then, when his companion scans the place to see what had triggered her that way and sees the midfielder, his jaw locks.

but he doesn't go after you.

he gets up before his friends realize, and disappears so quickly that christian and ben are left wondering when did mason vanish like that. he didn't even see where you were going before getting up, but he knew you, so his feet did the job of getting him where you were.

the cold weather hit him hard when he finally got outside, making your harsh words seem almost kind. "oh, great, just what i needed tonight. to see your stupid fucking face up close," you mutter, directing your hands back to your face, facing the pavement, and angrily cleaning up the tears under your eyes. "why are you crying?" was the first thing mason said after crossing the back door, and almost like it was second nature, slipping off his jacket to rest them on your bare shoulders.

"what the fuck, mason?" you get up angrily, brows furrowed while taking big steps towards him. you take the jacket off your figure quickly, to give it back to its owner, before his perfume can intoxicate you again. he doesn't take it, though, so you're left holding onto a piece of him, even if you don't want to. this is the first time, in the two years you've been broken up, that the conversation extends longer than a friendly greeting. "you don't get to ask for anything," you said, accentuating the you by pointing a finger into his chest accusingly.

"why are you crying?" mason repeats, maybe too worried to actually hear what you just have said. that he didn't get to ask you anything. "did he do something? i'll fucking kill him" he says, and you scoff at his boldness. how dare he.

"no, mason, he didn't do anything. he isn't you" it would be a lie to say that these words didn't destroy his soul. but still, his face remained stoic, hand always wanting to touch you but retreating at the last minute in case you didn't welcome his touch like you did before. it was meant to happen, he wouldn't be surprised by it, but he would continue hurting himself in the process.

"he's just too good for me. i keep waiting for him to fuck it up. to wake up one day with photos of him kissing some girl flooding every tabloid" mason winces at the memory, two years having gone by but still feeling the regret seeping into his blood flow. "but it never comes. and he waits for me. he's been waiting ever since you fucking tore my heart to pieces, and i can't keep on wasting his time because of you".

"'cause i'm not ready to find out you'd know how to forget me, even after all this time".

the silence has been heavy between you two since the admission. the music is loud enough to be heard from out here, but you want to finish this quickly. not only because you can't stand to be in mason's orbit again for more than five minutes, but because you know kepa must be on the other side, listening, even if it isn't what he wants. he doesn't want to intrude. all these months he has been kindly waiting for his chance, showing you he's the right one for you. and even if you, sometimes, still wake up thinking of mason, or even dreaming about him, he understands. you don't think he'll be around any longer if you don't give him the green light soon, and destroying this beautiful thing you've built due to the glooming shadow of your cheating ex doesn't seem right. it isn't.

"i'll say yes," you conclude, lifting your head from the pavement. he's standing on the way to the door, so you don't have any other choice but to walk straight towards him. you extend your arm again, trying to give him back his jacket for the final time, but again, he doesn't take it. instead, his hands fly to your wrist, and you're stuck there, too close to him again. "no, you won't," mason says through gritted teeth, and you scoff. "i'm not fucking asking!".

his caramel brown eyes have turned regretful from one moment to the other, and you have to look behind him to avoid feeling guilty about all of this. "and i'm not telling you, i'm begging you not to say yes" he says, looking for you eyes, but you don't give into it.

the cold london air is just what you need when you breathe, helping you sober up a bit more. reality washes over you, the hurt you've felt all this time, ever since you woke up one fateful morning to find the articles of mason and another girl too damn close to be just friends, no matter what he tried to explain to you they were. the anger is far gone now, only the disappointment is left in you. "maybe if you hadn't fucked it up the first time you wouldn't need to be begging for a second chance, mason".

[slayemal-na-nerate]

//Okay, so obviously, it's been more than a few weeks, but I've had a lot more complications come up that I don't feel like listing entirely right now, and my mental health continues to be a struggle. That being said, I've put out the majority of the most pressing fires, and I do think writing helps improve my mental health when I get into a groove with it, so I'm going to end my hiatus on a couple blogs in the next week or two, primarily Bruce Wayne and Garrett Hawke. Raven and my CW Flash oc, Leia Morales, might become active again as well if people show any interest in them. I'm not really feeling much muse for Aya right now, and Lavellan will have to at least wait until I finish Veilguard (even though I expect to be ignoring a good portion of canon based on spoilers I've been exposed to). My Star Wars and Riordanverse muses will remain on hiatus until I can muster up the enthusiasm to re-engage with the source materials. Whenever that eventually happens, I'll likely be focusing on Damus Tall, one of my Zabrak twins on this blog, because he's the least depressingly affected by his trauma, which is a nice break from how heavy things can get with my other muses.

In the week or two leading up to the hiatus ending for at least two of my blogs, I'll be working on replies I owe (although, I might need to pause a couple threads that don't come naturally to me and take more effort to write right now), trying to finish Veilguard, and working on the last of my especially pressing irl issues. I don't expect to get all that done, but the only official roadblock to the hiatus ending will be finishing replies. Most, if not all, of those are for mutuals on discord, so if it seems like I'm taking a while but posting little to nothing on any of my blogs, that's why. The week or two I've given myself is a generous estimate to allow me to not rush through everything and overwhelm myself. In the meantime, feel free to reach out to plot things in advance or send asks, though only the former will receive a response before the hiatus is officially over. Replies to asks and thread responses I don't already owe will start post-hiatus, again focusing on Bruce and Hawke only, unless Leia and Raven have any interest shown towards them. Fun fact: Bruce is actually meant to share a canon with Raven, which would make her 24 (same age as the mun) currently; I'll likely add a verse to explain what's gone on with her for the past decade, but I'd probably still default to her teenage self to answer any asks. Whenever I get around to reading the Nightwing comics with the old team back together, that might change, but the truth is, she's just not fun to write consistently during a time where the team isn't together, and I don't think it'd be fun for others to engage with that version of her all the time. It's the same reason I tend to default to act 2 or a relatively happy portion of act 3 for Hawke when answering asks, except at least his self-destructive behaviors can make for more interesting interactions than Raven's complete isolation from the world after their respective breaking points.

Anyway, TLDR: Batman and default purple mage Hawke from DA2 will be coming back in a week or two. Veilguard will be largely ignored and/or altered when added to verses for my Dragon Age muses, but I'm not bringing Lavellan back until I finish it. I always have a lot of muse for Raven and Leia, so they could come back too, but only if it seems like people might actually engage with them. All other muses are on the back burner. Hiatus on the aforementioned blogs will officially end after I finish any replies I owe (mostly or entirely on Discord). I expect that to happen in the next week or two. I'll reply to PMs for plotting, but asks and new starters won't be responded to until I finish what I already owe (still welcome to send them my way before then if you're okay waiting til then, though). Post-hiatus, anything left unanswered without a request to pause is just something I'm not aware it was my turn for. I'll work on a thread tracker eventually, but until then, just message me. Expect replies to be slow, at least to start, but I'll try to get back to each thread within a week. See you guys soon if you write for DC or Dragon Age!

[hawkinsquarry]

first love, late spring

part 2/6 of wraith pinned to the mist

summary: it’s too dangerous to love in a time like this. so for now, you’ll share dish washing duty.

contains: steve x gender unspecified reader; angst; mutual pining

a/n: this is kind of a filler chapter to set up future chapters in the series. after my last fic i decided i wanted to make a monster hunting series so <3 i hope you enjoy!

You wake with a bit of a start, the warm body that was under you suddenly gone. You prop yourself up on one elbow and watch Steve disappear into the Wheeler’s bathroom. You frown but don’t follow, simply laying back down and sighing. The morning light, hazy with fog, shines through the back door. It’s such a rare sight these days. You’re inclined to get up and step outside, but you’re simply too tired. 

Your eyes drift shut for a moment before you hear Steve swinging the bathroom door open. You can tell by his footsteps that he’s in a hurry. You open your eyes, expecting him to come to you, but he instead goes to Robin. He shakes her until she wakes with a start, falling off the couch she was on. “Ow!”

“Come here,” he urges, helping her up. Neither of them even glance at you as they go into the bathroom and shut the door. But even with the door shut, you can hear them, as you’re close in proximity. 

“What happened last night?”

“What always happens,” Robin snaps, clearly unhappy that she’s been woken up so rudely. “You stepped in front of danger and -”

“What is this?”

There’s a little pause. “You got hurt. There was a Demogorgon, and it swang at you - caught you with its claw, I guess. You got knocked out and - and - well, Nancy got it -”

“Who the hell gave me stitches?”

You hear Robin scoff. “Who do you think, loverboy?”

You’re a little upset that he doesn’t remember, especially with the attention he’d given you. But you already figured the medicine Eddie supplied had made him loopy and a little more sentimental than usual. The ‘loverboy’ makes you perk up, wanting to know more, the implications obvious. 

“No. No. No no no no no.”

“No, what?”

“There’s no - I’m not - don’t call me loverboy.”

“Loverboy.”

“Rob, I swear to -”

“Swear to Cupid? Ow!”

“It can’t happen,” he says, and your breath hitches. “This isn’t the time and place for romance, okay? It was - it was misguided, anyway, I was - I don’t even remember.”

“Steve, come on.”

“No, I’m serious, Robin. This can’t happen. I was stupid last night. I shouldn't have let it show like that. I can’t - I can’t right now. I can’t even think about that right now.”

Your brows furrow. 

“Since when did you ever put your love life on the back burner?”

“Now! Right now! It doesn't matter how I feel about them if I don't even know if we'll wake up tomorrow!"

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. But you might want to talk this out. It was pretty obvious last night."

"Jesus," he groans. You can hear him pacing over your heartbeat. "What did I do?"

"Well, you slept with them, for starters."

"Don't say it like that."

"And you were asking for them and touching them and - I think it was obvious, but I guess I've known for a while."

"This is really bad."

"It's not bad," Robin sighs. "You just... have to talk to them about it. They probably feel the same way."

"About me?"

"The situation," she stresses. "But they were quick to lay down with you last night, and they did fix you up, so...."

There's a long pause this time, and you think they might be whispering. Finally, Steve says, "It can't happen. Not now."

"I know, Steve."

You stop listening then, heart hammering and feeling a little sick. It's a blessing that Steve likes you, but he's right. It's not the time. You feign sleep when they exit the bathroom, peaking with an eye open as they head upstairs, Steve stealing the smallest look at you.

You wish he wouldn't have.

===

You’re washing dishes after breakfast now, Ted Wheeler staring you down over the edge of the newspaper. He seems particularly miffed with Eddie Munson, who’s wasting chocolate syrup and whipped cream in an attempt to make Holly laugh. 

Steve stands beside you, awkward and stiff while he dries what you hand him. You’re not sure why he’s in such close proximity, given his previous conversation with Robin, but you don’t say anything. You just wash and rinse and hand the ceramic and glass off to Steve, who seems deep in thought. 

Finally, he quips, “You think Ted can smell the drugs on him?”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, maybe.”

No words are spoken about you sleeping on Steve’s chest, or how he looked at you like you were the world last night. 

“Thank you,” he says eventually, fidgeting with the dish towel. “For. You know.” He points to his head and you smile.

“Not a problem.”

“I don’t know if I could stitch you up so casually.”

You shrug a shoulder. “I think you would if it came to it. It’s easy if it’s necessary.”

Steve clears his throat. “Well, thank you.”

“Mhm.” 

“And what about your hands? I remember how hurt they were.”

“Oh,” you laugh, finally looking at him. “That was just your blood, not mine.”

He blinks, hand slowing on the plate he’s drying. “You didn’t get hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. I just didn’t want to scare you, that’s all.”

“Oh.” 

You both stare at each other, your smile falling. When you finally rip your eyes away from him, Steve shuffles in closer, his elbow hitting yours. 

“I’m really thankful for you,” he starts lowly, fingers colliding with yours as he takes a cup from your hand. “I’m thankful for last night and every night before that. I'm - I'm so glad you're in my life right now."

“I know it can’t happen,” you whisper, continuing to stare at the sink. "Us, I mean."

Steve pauses for a moment, surprised you knew where he was going. “Do you understand why?”

“Of course.” Your hands still. Working up the courage, you finally look at him. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. And I’d rather not get hurt, either.”

Steve’s eyes are soft as he looks at you, and he nods once, curtly. “I feel the same way.”

You nod back. Everything has become blunt and rational since the world ended. There’s no what-ifs, other than the bad ones. You can’t think about tomorrow, let alone a time where you and Steve could actually be with each other. It might not ever happen. And if it does, and the other dies….

"So we agree, then."

You nod again. "I like you, Steve. But we shouldn't let it get to that point."

He nods again, too. "Okay, good. Good. I'm glad we agree. And - and no hard feelings?"

"Not one," you promise, but you can't look at him and say it.

There's a silence between you, a mutual understanding and grieving.

“They’re drafting,” Steve says suddenly, a dish clacking as it rests upon another one. “They want to have people to fight.”

The idea of someone in Hawkins, Indiana, fighting these monsters - someone other than your circle - is so laughable that you outright scoff. Steve laughs, too, gently. His elbow keeps bumping into yours and you force yourself to side step away, the closeness too much for you. “It’s honestly sad.”

“They don’t know what they’re getting into.”

You both look at each other, frowning, and then continue with your duties. 

“You’re not signing up, right?” you ask. 

He shakes his head. “I mean, I thought about it. And then I remembered we have our own tiny army, so….”

Your eyes roll. “Ridiculous that they - they’re making people sign up to kill themselves, and yet if you’re caught trying to kill a Demodog….”

“Maybe it’s worse than we think,” he says, voice hushed. “Maybe they just need distractions.”

You swallow harshly, letting his words sink in. You hand him the last plate and reach for the drain plug. “Please don’t sign up, Steve.”

“I won’t,” he promises softly. “Gotta make sure you stay out of trouble, don’t I?”

You scoff and look over at him, unable to stop yourself from smiling. Your chest aches. “Yeah, definitely.”